0 comments/ 131177 views/ 20 favorites The Monkey's Penis Ch. 01 By: Jafar Summary: mind control, Mf, incest, some ff, some tg. David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the accolite at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! * * * * * They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it ... There is an ancient folk tale among the Bhaharadi people in northern India concerning a monkey with a most unusual penis. A young accolite sought to capture a monkey, that he might study its approach to life and learn from its ways. He had heard of a practice by aboriginals of the area, of hollowing out a gourd, tying it firmly to a tree or large stone, then placing a few morsels of food inside it. If it is located where monkeys frequent, one of the monkeys invariably smells the food, reaches his hand inside and grabs the food, but then is unable to get his hand out of the gourd because his fist is now larger than the opening. If the monkey would only let go of the food, he would be able to get his hand out of the gourd and escape, but the monkeys are unable to figure this out. And thus the aboriginals are able to cleave their skulls and dine on monkey-brain hors d'oeuvres. The accolite prepared his gourd, tied it to a tree, and placed a few morsels of fruit in it, then walked back into the bushes to wait in hiding. Within an hour, the accolite saw a monkey approaching, swinging through the tree limbs, but he was very puzzled, for this monkey appeared to have three arms. When the monkey approached close enough, the accolite was astounded, for he saw that the third arm was actually the monkey's penis. "A prehensile penis!" the accolite muttered. "A fucking prehensile penis! I gotta get me one of those!" The monkey approached the trap, but did not reach his hand inside. Instead, he inserted that amazing penis and began humping the hole. As the monkey's erection reached a certain size, the pistoning action siezed, and the monkey began squealing, unable to withdraw his swollen penis and also unable to continue pumping to orgasm. In the distance, the monkey's mate heard her lover squealing. Unable to bear the thought of anything happening to his precious tool, the tool that did such marvelous things for her, she scrambled rapidly towards his screams. She would save him and his tool -- or at least his tool -- no matter what. The accolite decided that he truly must have that magic penis, as a fertility charm, as a good luck charm, and he approached the trapped monkey with a long knife bared. The monkey saw the accolite approach with his knife, and knew instinctively that the accolite sought to take his magic gift, to cut it off and take away that which made the monkey special. The monkey's brow furrowed with anger -- he WOULD NOT let his precious organ be stolen! He would see to the destruction of anyone that tried to take it! Concentrating, he placed a wish in his magic tool, a wish that was a curse across the ages, bringing misfortune to those that were subject to it. The monkey braced himself, and as the accolite came within a few feet of him, he forced his pelvis hard to the gourd. He ejaculated, casting his spell, and the magic tool spewed jism so hard that it burst out the other side of the gourd. The accolite started the swing of his great knife. The monkey's mate leaped from the tree limbs and landed between the monkey and his attacker, ready to take on the attacker all by herself if needed to protect that precious gift of her lover. The jism hurled from where it had burst out of the gourd, splattering the back of the monkey's mate, causing her to cry out in pain. The accolite, not expecting the monkey's mate to drop from the trees, cut her head off before he could halt his swing. The monkey stared aghast at what his magic tool's seed had just done. The monkey's mate's dying eyes stared at her lover's eyes angrilly, laying guilt and blame there for being such a stupid monkey. Then they drifted to his magic tool sticking out the far end of the gourd, and she died smiling dumbly with the half-conscious anticipation of pleasure from that marvelous tool. The accolite's blade swung a second time. Stunned, the monkey took three steps back from the gourd and realized that he was several pounds lighter. How?! How could his magic tool have let this happen to him and his mate?! He clutched his wounded groin, then fell over. The accolite leered greedily as he carefully cracked open the gourd so as not to damage the precious charm. Over the next few weeks, he annointed the penis with sacred herbs, drying it, chanting sacred prayers over it. The dried penis has been handed down through the ages to this day, granting wishes to the owner and exacting strange costs to those around him and especially to those that try to help him. They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. The monkey's mate could tell you to be even more careful what you don't wish for, because you just might get it anyway ... ... while the gods laugh and laugh and laugh ... * * * * * Yin-Swing * * * * * Where Did THESE Come From?! David was dreaming about writing down what Mary Ellen Milan wanted to order from the Chinese Palace. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was so pretty that, without thinking, he reached out and cupped her boob. Suddenly there was screaming. David's eyes fluttered open as he scrambled to come up with an excuse as to why he would just reach out and grab a girl's boob in public like that. He managed to open his eyes and look at the clock: 3:00 AM. Looking out into the hall, he saw light coming from his mother's room, and suddenly wasn't so sure the scream had come from his dream. He got up -- quietly in case it was an intruder -- grabbed the baseball bat he had lying in the corner behind his door and noiselessly hurried to his mother's room. The sheets were flipped back and the bathroom light was on, so he stepped to the doorway of that room. And his jaw dropped. David didn't know his mother was an A cup, he just knew that she was very flat -- she always had been. However, there was at least a D cup set of perky boobs hanging off her chest now, and she was studying them in the mirror. The baseball bat dropped to the floor. "Mom!" Lydia Moreno jumped, startled, and clasped her hands over her new boobs. "David! Don't -- ungh!" She groaned and involuntarilly squeezed her boobs as she felt them trigger the orgasms that arched her back and forced her to her knees. "Unnngh!" she groaned again as her hands squeezed her breasts to bring on another orgasm. "Mom!" David didn't know if she was in pain or if she were -- but, no, she couldn't be. She was his mother. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her breasts. She fought him for a moment, then relented. Slowly, she refocussed from the orgasms, panting. "Are you okay?" David asked. "Yes ... I'm ... okay ... let go ... of my ... hands," she breathed. "Are you in pain?" "No," she said emphatically. "Certainly not, not pain. Let go of my hands, David." David didn't want her to grab her chest and collapse to the floor again. "You're sure you're okay?" "David, let go of my hands. What are you trying to do? Gape at my breasts?" David immediately let go. "No! No, I'm just concerned about you." Lydia stood. "David, turn around while I cover up." David clamped his eyes shut and turned around. "Are you sure you're okay, Mom?" "David, I don't know. I just ... I just ..." She gave a high pitched sigh, and David turned to face her. "Mom, are you --?" She was trying to ease her robe over her breasts without orgasming again. "David, go to the kitchen, please." "But -- " "You're making me uncomfortable standing there while I get dressed. Go wait for me in the kitchen, and I'll be right there." David stared at her boobs. Lord, they were big now! "Yes, ma'am." He turned away and walked out to the kitchen, worried she might collapse to the floor again. He heard several groans and high-pitched sighs and was seriously considering going back in to check on her, when she came out in a transparent nightie top. "Mom, you know that you can see -- " "Well, David, it was the only thing light enough to not make me orga-- to not irritate my breasts." She pulled a chair out and sat down. "What? Did they just -- " he made gestures about his chest area "-- swell?" "I guess so. Since I went to bed, no less." "Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?" "No. No, I think I'll wait until tomorrow." "But they -- this isn't ... natural." "You're telling me! But I think I'll wait until tomorrow and make an appointment to see Dr Schnyder." "I don't know. Is that wise? To wait?" "I'll be okay." "So you'll what? Sleep on your back tonight? So that you don't irritate them?" Lydia arched an eyebrow. "I'll figure out how to sleep by myself, David. Your mind doesn't even need to go there." David cast his eyes down. "Yes, ma'am." She stood and couldn't help brushing a nipple with the back of her hand as she did so. "Mmmmm," she smiled. "We should get back to bed. And I'll call the doctor in the morning." "If you're -- " "Yes, I am sure. I need to get back to bed." With that, she headed back to the bedroom, shutting the door. David walked back and listened at the door before returning to his room. Already, he could hear moans and sighs. David went back to his bed, but didn't get any sleep the rest of the night either. ---------- When the alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning, David went to his mother's door and knocked, paused, then opened the door. There was sudden movement at the bed -- the covers being yanked up to cover his mother's body. "Mom?" David called quietly. He knew she was pretending to be asleep, but it was less awkward to play along with her. "Mom? Get up." "Hmmm?" She sighed and arched her back, then quivered as the covers moving over her nipples triggered another orgasm. She opened her eyes. "Oh, David, what a night," she sighed. "I know, Mom. We need to make an appointment for you to see Dr Schnyder today." "Yes, sweetie. You go on to class and I'll call." "No, Mom. I don't want you to ... " -- he really could not tell his mother that he didn't want her to squeeze her breasts until she orgasmed her brains to mush, even though that was what he was worried about -- "...fall back asleep. Let's get you to the kitchen." "No, honey, I'm just fine right here." "No, we need to get you to the kitchen so you don't fall back asleep." He tugged the covers back from her neck. She was still in her transparent nightie, her big boobs still there, the nipples still erect. The effects they were having on him even though she was his mother! He would have given almost anything to reach out and knead those big things, making her cum and whimper with every squeeze. But there was no way he could do such a thing. She was his mother, for God's sake. So get a grip on your animal urges, he told himself! "Come on, Mom." He held her hand and pulled her up. Lydia relented, although she had two small orgasms as the clothing shifted when she stood. They walked to the kitchen, Lydia going very gingerly, and she was able to suppress most of the orgasms, only three slipping through. David politely ignored the whimpers that those caused to squeak out of her mouth. He got her sitting in a chair at the table and was getting the phone book when there was a knock on the door. "Dammit," David muttered. "David, don't curse." He opened the door and his college classmate, Paul Spellman, stood there. "Hi, David." "Hi, Paul. I'm sorry, I've got an exam this morning and I'm running around trying to get dressed and study at the same time. If it's okay, I'll get with you on campus." He started to close the door. Paul put his hand to the door. "Three questions. I've got just three questions about the last chapter, and I've got the same exam in class today too." "I'm REALLY busy, Paul." "I know," Paul said, pushing the door open again, "And I'll ONLY take a moment." David sighed and moved to block Paul's view of his mother. "What are the questions?" he asked curtly. "Hey, Ms Moreno!" He leaned around David and waved to his mother. She had her forearms held in front of her breasts in the kitchen and did not wave back. "Wow!" Paul exclaimed and marched past David to the kitchen. "Paul! Paul! You have to leave!" David followed him. "Wow, Ms Moreno! Where'd you get all the cleavage?!" "Paul," she sighed, "I need to go see the doctor today. Please ask your questions of David and go. We're busy here this morning." "Would you move your arms, Ms Moreno? So I can see them? They're HUGE!" David was stunned when his mother visibly paused, seeming to actually consider doing what Paul asked. Then she actually started to move her arms slightly, but then moved them back and shook her head. "No, that would not be appropriate, Paul." "Then ... let me ... touch them. One quick squeeze. And I know it will feel as good for you as it does for me, Ms Moreno." He began reaching for her breasts. Instead of slapping Paul's hands back, Lydia simply sat as she was. Then to David's astonishment, she lowered her forearms and leaned forward slightly! In front of David's eyes, Paul grabbed each boob and Lydia sighed as she arched her back. Then Paul began groping and tweaking the nipples, and Lydia quivered with little orgasms. David just stared at his mother -- his MOTHER! -- letting her boobs be groped, shivering as she came in tremoring waves. "Paul ..." he finally muttered. "Paul! STOP that shit! That's my MOTHER for chrissakes!" "But they're just so BEAUTIFUL, man!" he said still fondling them. David slapped Paul's hands away from his mother's tits. "Cut it out, man! She's my MOM! Stop DOING that to her!" "Okay, okay. I'm under control now. I'm sorry. She's just so beautiful!" "She's my MOM!" "Okay," Paul said. "I'm cool now. You go get dressed, and we'll get off to school." "Mom?" David called. She was still lightly quivering from the orgasms Paul had induced and did not reply to her son. David put his finger on her brow and pulled her eyelid open -- her eyes were rolled back in her head, the simpering smile still on her face. "Man, if you've given her brain damage, I am going to kill you slowly." Paul just shrugged. David sighed and went to get dressed. Hopefully she'd be sobered up by the time he got back out and he could get her to a doctor. Two minutes later, he emerged from his room, dressed. He found his mother leaned back in the chair with her nightie parted to bare her breasts, her back arched, oblivious except to her orgasms. Paul was standing behind her, reaching forward to grope each tit, to his mother's shivering enjoyment. "PAUL!" "Sorry, man." "What IS this shit?! Don't DO that!" "You're right, man. I won't," he said, still cupping and squeezing the boobs. "So STOP!" Paul reluctantly pulled his hands back from Ms Moreno. "Mom?" David called as he walked over to her. "Mom?" She was still oblivious. He went to pull her nightie closed, but there were gobs of white sticky stuff between her breasts. "Paul! Goddammit!", David yelled, his voice warbling, "Do NOT tittie-fuck my freaking MOM!" "Sorry, man. She's just so hot." "FUCKER!" David went to get a paper towel, then returned to his mother and wiped up between her breasts, causing her to shiver some even then. "Oh, GODDAMMIT," David cursed, then wiped two small white splotches off his mother's cheek. "You had to squirt her in the FACE too?!" "Sorry, man. It's just that a little bit splattered. I came pretty hard." "*NOT* *ON* *MY* *MOM*!!" "Okay, okay. I get it." He pointed to the side of his forehead and twisted his hand in a gesture to lock the lesson in. "Don't shoot jism on David's mom." "Don't even touch her, you shit!" "Okay." "Mom?! Mom?! You with me?" Lydia groaned and stirred, still smiling, but did not reply. "She looks like she's still in the pink zone." "Shut up, Paul," David said without looking around. "Mom? C'mon, Mom." "Man, I gotta go or I'll miss the exam. Just give her a few minutes to recover. I know my girlfriends always need about ten minutes to regain consciousness after I make them cum. I'll check in on you two later." "Don't bother. You're not welcome here," David spat as Paul stepped out and closed the door. He lightly shook his mother, and she still did not respond coherently. "Mom?" Lydia arched her back, stretching, and her palm accidentally rubbed across David's crotch. "Ooh ..." David's eyes clenched and he shivered, "... SHIT!" He looked down at the stain that was already spreading on his pants. "Okay, that's it. I'm getting you to the hospital as soon as I change!" ---------- (To Be Continued) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 02 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Motherhood Made Easy ---------- ---- ---- David hurriedly re-dressed and returned to the living room, where he found his mother lucid and sitting in the chair he had left her in, but not wearing her robe. Instead, she word a black thong bikini, a sheer black mesh top, sheer black stockings, a silver-studded black choker and black five inch heels. "Hi, baby," she sighed. "Mom?!" David squeaked. She waved her hand in front of her, and David saw that her nails were at least two inches long and coated in cherry red polish. "In the flesh, sweetie." Her lips were sharply lined in dark red lipstick. "Are-- are you okay." "Oooh, I'm much BETTER than okay. MUCH better. I think that I'm very VERY good. Just try me and see, David." "Mom!" "Please, sweetie ... call my 'Lydia'." "Mom!" She put her fists on her hips and pouted her lips. "Young man! I asked you to call me 'Lydia'! Now, please, try it." David stared at his mother. "It's not that hard." She pursed her very red lips in the most distracting way. "Ly-di-a. Now you try it." "Lydia?" She smiled. "Mmmmm, that's much better. Yes, David?" "Uhm ... Lydia ... we need to get you to a doctor." She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest, smiling faintly and arching a brow. "Are you wanting to play doctor with me, young man? With your own mother?" "No!" David blurted out, his voice cracking. She waved a hand. "Because I'm okay with that, sweetie." Slowly she lightly traced one finger down the front of her top. "I can be your nurse and give you some medicine." "Mom!" "I already told you, David. It's 'Lydia'. And maybe you'd rather give ME some medicine instead. Yes ... I think I'd like that. A good ... thick ... salty ... dose of--" "Lydia!" David's voice cracked. "Calm down! We need to think straight here." "And are you straight, David? Straight ... and long ... and stiff and --" "Right. We need to get you to a doctor right away." "Will HE be able to make me feel better, David?" she asked in a little girl's voice. "'Cause I have this buuuurning right here." She let her hand drop to her lap. David just stared at her, his mouth hanging open. She stood. "You're right, though. We do need to go out. But to the clothing store. I need to pick up some items." "Some heavy woolen items ..." "No, sweetie. Lingerie, teddies, garters, nipple chains, thigh high boots, paint-on latex, strap-on dil--" "No, no, no, NO!" "Things like I'm wearing now. Do you LIKE what I'm wearing now, David?" She held her hands out to the side and slowly turned around for him to examine her. "Nnnggg!" David moaned. "Where DID that outfit come from anyway? You don't have clothes like that, do you?" "Oh, David ... I think I might surprise you. You are a bit ... naive ... at times." "Mom!" She frowned back at him. "I mean, Lydia!" "But no, this outfit seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I like it. So let's go." She walked toward the front door and laid her hand on it. "Mom! Lydia! No! You can't go out of the house like that!" She held her hands out to her sides. "Well, why not?" "You-- ... your-- ... You'll get us arrested! Your nipples are almost showing through the top!" She put her fists on her waist. "And what exactly is my son doing studying my nipples? Hmmm?" "I'm NOT!" She reached up and pinched her nipples through the sheer top, shivering from the sensations. "And WHY not?!" she pouted, "Are my nipples not good enough for you?" "No! You're my mother!" "And that automatically makes me have ugly nipples?" "No, I--" David sighed. There was just no winning here. "You have beautiful nipples, okay?" "Oh!" she bounced up and down most distractingly. "Do you really think so, David?" she cooed. "Mom. Lydia. Let's just slow down a little. Sit. Please." Lydia sat back down in the chair like a good little girl. "Okay. You can't go out dressed like that. We need to get you dressed appropriately. Then we need to get you to a doctor." Lydia leaned back and hung one leg over the arm of the chair. "Does my body intimidate you, David?" David knew his erection was showing through his pants. "Mooom!" he whined, "You are being IMPOSSIBLE!" "No, sweetie. I'm VERY possible. I'd even say that I'm being downright easy." David sighed. "Mom. Lydia. Look at you. Your pubic hair is sticking out on both sides of your thong. You can't go out like that." Lydia looked down and tugged on the hairs that were as David described them. "Well, mercy me! You're right. My pussy is sort of shaggy, isn't it?" She stood and started walking towards the back of the house. "You're right, then. Come along. We need to fix this." She hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulled it down and off. She looked at David over her shoulder to find him speechless, his mouth hanging slack. "Well, stop gaping at your mother's naked ass, David. Come along. I need your assistance." David waited a couple seconds, then wandered back to the hall, totally unsure what to do now. Nobody's mother EVER acted like this! Did they? "Come along, David," Lydia called from the bathroom. He stepped into the bathroom, and she was seated on the toilet, her legs spread wide to open up her pubic area. David quickly averted his eyes. Lydia handed him a can of shaving cream. "Sweetie, help lather me up." "But--" David sighed, defeated, then put some cream from the can onto his fingers and dabbed around Lydia's groin, still trying to avert his eyes. "Honey, you're going to have to look at what you're doing. Otherwise you might stick a finger right up my sopping wet hole. So, please, look at my pussy." She paused, then grabbed his chin with her hand and gently turned his head. "You don't want to be a motherpoker. So look at my pussy, sweetie." David allowed his head to be turned and then did as he was told. She might be his own mother, but, Lord, she had a pretty pussy. With that thought, David dropped his eyes again. How DOES one behave when his mother is acting like this?! "David," Lydia sighed. She took his hand in her two hands while he still kept his eyes downcast. She bent his pinkie and ring finger, then bent his index finger. Then she moved his hand and he felt his middle finger enveloped by warm wet flesh. She couldn't have! "David. David, look." David's eyes crept up to see his own middle finger embedded to the hilt in her hot, wet vagina. "David, do you see what can happen if you don't look and pay attention?" "Mo--, mo--?!" She held his hand in place and wriggled her hips back and forth. "Nnnngg!", she moaned. "Accidents WILL happen, young man." "Bu--, bu--?!" Lydia removed her hands from David's and crossed them in front of her chest. "Now get your naughty finger out of mommy's pussy, David. And get back to business." Slowly, David withdrew his finger. Just before he pulled it out entirely, he held his breath and started to push it slowly back in. "Ah! Ah!" Lydia wagged a finger at him. "Not in mommy's cunt, young man. That was what we were trying to avoid." David finished withdrawing his finger. "That's my boy," she smiled. "Now lightly run your fingers around there to spread the shaving cream." Relenting, David lightly ran his fingers over her inner hips, up to her low abdomen, then back down to the lowest part of her butt cheeks. "The lips too ... David. Don't ... forget ... the lips." David moved his fingers to the lips of her pussy and began stroking them, then lightly pulling on them, almost hypnotized until he noticed her pelvis shake and looked up. Lydia had pulled her top up to expose her breasts. "It's okay ... honey. I just ... wanted ... to be able ... to get to these ... Keep ... going, please ..." David kept staring at her new, big breasts. Lydia was kneading them, then noticed David mesmerized. "They're sooo much bigger. I always felt like I was limited in how much I could please a man before. But these --" she cupped them before resuming caressing them "-- these are what you could call hooters." "Boobs." He began running his hands up her sides towards her breasts. "Knockers." "Jugs." Lydia moved her hands out of the way so that David's could take over. "Gazongas," she whispered. "Mmmm, David. That feels good." "I like ... I like making you ... feel good ... Lydia ..." "You are so good at it, David. Here ... move these to here ..." she took his hands in hers and moved them back to her pussy. "Mmmm, yeeahhh ..." David began tugging her pussy lips, lazily making circles around them, then drawing them out, then running his finger along their inner side. His face leaned in closer and closer, studying the pretty kitty. He was just building up his courage to stick out his tongue and give a lap at her pussy, shaving cream or not, when there was a knock at the front door. He ignored it. Lydia tapped him on the shoulder. "Uuungh?" David's face was not two inches from his mother's crotch, his tongue beginnig to crawl out from between his lips. "You'd better go see who's at the door, honey." "But--" "Go see who's there. Then we can pick up where we left off." "But--" "David, go." "Uhng ...!" David managed to draw himself up to his feet and stagger down the hall. He repositioned his erection before answering the door so that it would be less obvious. When he opened the door, there was Paul's smiling face to greet him. "Hi. I was worried about you and your mom. Is she feeling better?" "Get lost," David said, pushing the door to shut it again. "Hey!" Paul pushed the door back open. "Don't get touchy. I'm really concerned. I-- wow! Hi, Ms Moreno!" He waved over David's shoulder. David turned around to see his mother standing there at the end of the hall. Her thong was still off, leaving her lower half naked, but she was holding a towel in front of her pussy. Or, actually, wiping the shaving cream off, it looked like. Her top was still pulled up to bare her breasts. "Mom! Lydia!" "It's okay, David. Paul certainly got a good enough view of these this morning, didn't you Paul?" "Yes ma'am!" Paul replied grinning. "Why don't you step in a moment, Paul." "Yes, ma'am!" He shouldered David out of the way, pushing his way in the door. David shut the door behind him. "You were a naughty boy this morning, weren't you, Paul?" "Naughty, Ms Moreno?" "Please, call me Lydia. And yes, I think 'naughty' is the word I'm looking for." "Well, uhm, you seemed a little out of it this morning, Lydia. And I guess I got a few glimpses of your breasts when you were too preoccupied with other things to be concerned about that." "'Glimpses of my breasts'? Paul, you were pumping that big fucking cock of yours between my boobs, weren't you? Taking advantage of me while I was 'preoccupied'." "Uhm ... I ... uh ... guess ..." "And then you blew a fucking quart of jism between my tits, splattering my face in the excitement." "Yes ... uhm ... ma'am ..." "Then you took that swollen purple pecker head and wiped the rest of the sticky cum that was on it off on my lips." "You WHAT?!" David exploded. "Well, they were so pretty and red ... and you were moaning, Lydia ... and I needed to hush you up before David heard ... and ..." "So you stuffed your COCK in her MOUTH to GAG her?!" "No, man! I just needed to get the rest off the tip -- so it wouldn't cause a stain through my pants. And she was asking so nicely--" "You molesting sonofa--" "David," Lydia said quietly, which got his attention better than if she'd screamed. He turned to see what she wanted and saw her lightly pulling on a boob, squeezing it and trembling when she got to the nipple. "I licked every drop of it off my lips, so it couldn't have been all that bad. Come here a moment, Davy." David walked over to his mother. "I can handle this, baby. Here, stand behind me. And bring these --" she pulled his hands up to cup her breasts "-- up here. Yeeeaaaahh. Just like that." Still holding the towel in front of her crotch, she backed up until her naked butt cheeks rubbed the front of his pants. "Oh!" she said, her eyes fluttering, "These new boobs are SO sensitive!" She inhaled a long drawn-in breath, then sighed it back out. She gave a sly look over her shoulder. "And from what I can feel with my ass, you're feeling pretty sensitive down there too, David." Then she looked to Paul. "Now, for you, naughty boy." "I'm-- I'm sorry, Lydia. I didn't mean to--" "To titty-fuck me? That's kind of hard to 'accidentally' do, don't you think, Paul? So, no. No empty apologies here. You will strip down to your skivvies." "Lydia?" Paul asked. "Come on. You've seen mine. Now I get to see yours. If you're impressive enough, I might even flash you my ass. Who knows, I might even bend over while you're staring at my pretty little behind and let you get a glimpse of some lips." Paul stood there, jaw slack. Lydia smiled cryptically. "Or, then again, maybe I won't." Paul began tearing his shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants off. Finally, he stood there in just his underwear. "Are you swollen for me?" she asked Paul in her little girl voice. "My, oh my. Do I really have that effect on you two boys? Does Ms Morena really make you all long and hard and hot?" "Oh, Ms Moreno ... Lydia ... you have no idea!" "Now what is it that you want?" "Let me see your rear, Ms Moreno. You promised." "What do you want?" "I want to see your ass, Lydia!" "Say 'please'." "Please, let me see your ass, Lydia." "Weeellll ..." She pulled David's hands from her boobs, turned around and dropped her towel, cocking her ass at Paul. Then she returned David's hands to their massage from the front. "You are so fucking pretty, Ms Moreno. You make SUCH a nice slut!" "I'm no slut," she sighed as she bent at the waist, sinking towards her son's crotch. "You ARE, Lydia. You're a slutty little whore!" Looking rather dazed with lust, Lydia unfastened David's belt, then unsnapped his pants. "I'm a PROPER girl, Paul. Not one of the little tramps you try to go out with all the time." She reached behind her son's underwear and pulled out his erect penis. "I'm actually quite the little ..." She flicked her tongue over the sensitive area under the head of his cock. "... quite the little lady, Paul." Drool spilled out of her mouth onto the head of the prick. She felt Paul's hands on her butt cheeks. "Are you, Lydia? Or are you just the little cocksucking slut?" "I have always been ... the proper ... lady, Paul," she said indignantly. "Then I would not suck that cock." Lydia halted the slow movement of her mouth towards her son's cock, stopped before she engulfed it. "What?" "All cocksuckers are sluts, Lydia." "No, we're not. I mean, they're not." "Man," David broke in, "Stop FUCKING with her! Shut your goddam MOUTH and let her CONTINUE." "But you don't care what proper ladies do, do you, Lydia? You're just a bitch in heat." "I'm no bitch. And I'm not in heat. And you're just being a nasty, naughty boy." "Lydia, you're drooling on your son's cock." "But it's an awfully nice ... " she leaned barely closer and sighed, "cock ..." Paul was still in his underwear, but he pushed his pecker against Lydia's crotch. "Nnnnggg!" she whined. "OH, Do it! Do it, Paul!" "Do what?" "Fuck me, goddammit! Use that big goddam pecker like you ought to!" "What are you, Lydia?" "I'm a fucking slut, okay?! Jab that motherfucking thing up me! Now!" "I'm not the motherfucker, Lydia." "David!" Lydia called, still bent over, her face centimeters from his erection. "David, look at me." David opened his eyes and looked down at his mother. "Baby, I'm a slutty ... whoring ... cocksucking ... bitch! May I taste you now?" "Oh, just suck me, Lydia." He shut his eyes and leaned his head back. "Suck me now!" Her lips took his pecker into her mouth, where her warm spit wet it, then she began sliding back and forth on the rod. Behind her, Paul dropped his shorts and plunged his dick into her sopping pussy. "Mmmmmm!" she squealed around David's cock. Both boys pumped until, after a couple minutes, she came, and then began orgasming again about every minute. After a half hour, all three had cum several times and they collapsed to the floor, where they lay for another twenty minutes, just breathing. "You're quite the lady, Ms Moreno," Paul finally said. "No," Lydia sighed. "I'm a really good whoring slut, Paul." "A goddam crazed bitch in heat," David added. "Yeeeaaah ..." Lydia sighed. "A goddam cocksucking motherfucking cunt!" Paul put in his opinion. "Don't be mean," Lydia cautioned, though she wriggled with pleasure that the boys liked her so much. "One electric, mewling, drooling pussy!" Lydia sat up. "You boys are making me JUICY again! But I need to go pee before another session like that." She stood and walked back to the bathroom. "Man," David sighed, still laying on his back, "I don't know what made her boobies swell last night, but it sure has made her hot!" "I know what it was. And the boobies didn't make her hot." David rolled his head to look at Paul. "What are you talking about?" "Number one, *I* made your mom's boobs grow. I've thought she was hot since the eighth grade. Number two, the sensitive boobs weren't enough to make her hot -- your mom's even more of a prude than she is a babe. I had to actually heat her up to get her to stop fighting it." He shrugged. "That's what I was doing this morning after I left." "What the hell are you talking about, Paul?" Paul smiled like the cat with the canary. "Watch this." He sat up, reached in his pocket and pulled something out, keeping it wrapped in his fist. He shut his eyes and remained still a few moments, then looked over at David. "Done," he declared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lydia finished peeing and wiped herself, then stood. GOD, she couldn't believe she was DOING these things! With these two boys! She looked at herself in the mirror. "Lydia," she leered to herself, "How naughty ..." She pulled on a boob, then a nipple. "... nnnggg! ... can you BE, girl?" She turned to the side to admire her own profile. God, she looked good. These boobs really complimented her. And the boys certainly seemed to appreciate them! No more A cup honey here! For some reason, a box of suppositories caught her eye in the mirror. How she despised when she had to use one of those things. Asses were just dirty, unspeakable things. And it just seemed wrong for anything to go in the wrong direction up there. Just wrong. Just wrong. I hate these, she told herself as her hand reached for the box. She opened the cardboard container and removed a silver foil-lined little bullet. Little shit demons, these things were, to go into and dwell around such a dirty little area. She opened the foil and removed the waxy pellet. The Monkey's Penis Ch. 02 "Ass kisser," she insulted it as she held it up. Then, for some reason, she found herself lightly kissing it. She flicked her tongue on the head of it. She lightly shook her head. That certainly was a strange thing for her to do. Butt (pun intended) when you gotta use one, you gotta use one, she thought! She placed the little waxy white bullet in position at her opening ... ... and sank to her knees. "Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!" What a sensation! The suppository had already squipped up her ass, so her finger followed it up her back hole. "Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!" In, then out, then in, then out. "Fuck!" she sighed as her finger slowly pumped her asshole. "Oh, I have to show the boys this!" she giggled, grabbing the box of suppositories. She couldn't believe how good they felt! Couldn't believe how good it felt for a finger to slide in and out. The image of her son kneeling behind her, licking her asshole, sticking his tongue inside suddenly popped into her head and thrilled her. She tried to cast it back out, but it stayed on her mind as she walked back out to join them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ David sat up. "What did you do?" "Your mom gave me the idea." "My mom?! What did you DO, Paul?!" "Easy, man. It's okay." "YOU'RE doing all this to my mom?!" "Easy. Trust me." "Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!" came an urgent voice from the bathroom. "What did you DO to my MOM?!" "Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!" it came again. David's head turned toward the sound, then back to Paul, and he reached for him. "Man! Back off!" "What the fuck did you do to --" David held onto Paul's shirt and punched him in the face with the other hand "-- my MOM?!" Lydia staggered out of the hall into the living room then, carrying a box of suppositories in one hand and a vial of vaseline in the other. "Boys!" she sighed "You two HAVE to stick some of these up my ass!" "Wha--?!" David asked as his mother got down on her hands and knees and cocked her ass out at him. "Please, David! I NEED you -- I need you to stick these up in me! And you need to make sure you get them really far up there! So push your finger up after them and wriggle it around some! Please!" "Suppositories?" "Yes! Up my ASS! PLEASE, David!" She wriggled her ass enticingly, then looked over her shoulder and held the vaseline towards her son. "And lube up your finger so you can get them really far up there! Pleeeeaaase!" "What?!" David turned to Paul. Paul was rubbing his hand along the cheek where David had punched him. "She said she had to go to the bathroom. So I made her ass hot. Fucker. See if I ever do you another favor." David turned from Paul back to his mother. "Daaaaavid!" she whined. "Touch my asshole! Just rub it a little bit! Just a little! Pleeeeeaaaase ..." She looked over her shoulder again, beet red with embarassment, but she had to ask her son, "Could you lick it too? Just a little? Pleeeease?!" She swayed her butt slowly from side to side, hoping she was tempting him. "Pleease?" "Man!" David turned back to Paul, bewildered. "What the fuck?!" Paul, however, had his fist about chest level, his eyes shut while he held still. It dawned on Paul that he was about to do again whatever he'd been doing to Lydia all night and morning. "Paul!" he shouted. "Don't you fucking DARE!" Paul opened his eyes and smiled at David. "What did you do to her this time, you shit?!" Paul smiled malevalently back at him. "You sonafabitch! What ..." David took a step toward his sneering friend and felt weird. "... did ..." David's knees gave out from under him. "... you ..." David sank to the floor. " ... dooo ...?" (To Be Continued) Live well, Jafar The Monkey's Penis Ch. 03 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! Chapter 3: Ye Failed Knight David awoke to find himself sitting, naked, in the living room chair. "What?!" He looked up to see Paul smiling at him. "What the fuck have you done to me, Paul?" "You're going to participate in a little experiment, David." "What have you DONE to me?!" David tried to stand up and beat the shit out of the sneering bastard; tried to stand and just punch him; just tried to stand. His muscles were leaden, exhausted, ignoring every command he sent them. "What have you done, you fuck-up?!" Paul just smiled enigmatically. "Oh, Lydia," he called finally. "Come out here, please." David saw his mother's head lean around the corner. "Paul! I can't come out there dressed like this! David's my son! I can't just--" Paul sighed and shook his head for David's benefit. "Lydia, shake that tight little ass of yours and get it out here. Now." Lydia walked out from behind the wall, taking little steps in her five inch heels, causing her body and new boobs to jiggle with every step. She wore a black fishnet garter dress with black fishnet stockings. "Paul!" she whispered when she reached the young man. "Paul, my boobies are showing through this dress! And David -- my son! -- David is staring at them!" David realized he had been gaping at his mother and her outfit and dropped his eyes, then relifted them to glare at Paul. "You fucking shit! Stop messing with her!" "Ohhh, poor David," Paul taunted, "Feeling chivalrous, son?" "Paul," Lydia whispered, pulling on Paul's sleeve. "Stop MESSING with her! You're going to fuck up her BRAIN! Don't you have any shred of decency?!" "Hold on a second, let me look." Paul shut his eyes. "Paul," Lydia whispered, pulling on his sleeve again. Paul opened his eyes. "No. Stunningly enough, there's not one shred of decency in there. What a surprise." "I am going to kill you," David growled. "Paul!" Lydia whispered. "Lydia! What is it?!" he whispered back. "Paul, this dress-- this dress-- it doesn't cover my ... my pussy!" Paul's mouth dropped and he leaned forward. "It doesn't, does it?" He reached his hand over and grabbed Lydia's bare crotch, causing her to jump in surprise. "It sure doesn't!" "No! No, it doesn't!" she whispered, eyes wide. "And my son ..." she lowered her voice even more. "My son might see!" "Lydia." "Yes, Paul?" "Look at David. He's already getting off on seeing your bare pussy!" Lydia looked over at her son and her eyes widened some more. "I am doing no such THING!" David stated. "I'm thinking of ways to kill you slowly, you little shit-fuck." "David!" Lydia cried, "David, your PECKER!" David looked down at his crotch to see that he was stiff enough to serve as a tuning fork. "WHAT?!" "Ignore him, Lydia," Paul advised her. "He's just a little peeping tom, getting off on seeing you act like a slut." "I am NOT acting like a slut, Paul!" She lightly slapped him on the cheek. "No, of course you're not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over here," Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on her boob and guiding her to a sitting position in her chair. "Paul! Don't you DARE grab my breast like that!" she chastised the young man as she sat. "Or you'll do what, Lydia?" She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say. Paul reached for Lydia's boob and began squeezing it through the fishnet. "I said, or you'll do what, Lydia?" "Paaaauuuul!" she whined. Paul squeezed her boob and flicked her nipple a minute while she quieted down. "What will you do, Lydia?" he asked finally. "I'll-- I'll get really HORNY, Paul!" she whispered loudly then gave a long sigh. "Oh!" Paul said, moving behind her and reaching forward to massage both tits from behind. "We wouldn't want THAT, would we?" "Gah!" David cried out as his pecker shot a load up at the ceiling. "David!" Lydia said sharply, gathering her senses back to her. "Don't you DARE ejaculate on the ceiling, young man!" David was still sitting in the chair, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, having shot his load without touching himself. "But mom, I just ..." Lydia stood and put her fists on her hips. "No 'but's, young man!" David's eyes landed on her bare pussy that her outfit exposed, and he began to stiffen again. "David!" Lydia said, seeing the re-hardening member. "Are you LISTENING to me?! NO! You're NOT! You're just getting all HARD again! STARING at my body!" David watched his mother take her hand with the three inch blood red nails and swat at his boner. "Mom!" he said, his voice shrill, "Don't! Don't DO that!" "Young man," she growled, "Don't you backtalk me!" She swatted at his woody again, and he fired this time, hitting her in the eye with jism, then spraying her hair with it during the second and third squirts. "David!" she shrieked, then turned. "Paul! He just shot milky-white thick ... gooey ... sticky ..." She wiped the jism off her eye with two fingers, then stuck them in her mouth. "Mmmmm ... dirty ... nasty ... jism! All over my face!" "Mom! Please! Don't!" "OH, GOD, you taste good, David!" she sighed. "So good that I might forgive you for shooting me in the eye." "Lydia!" Paul exclaimed, "I'm surprised at you! That was your son's cum!" Lydia leered at Paul. "Mmmm, yes it was. And it was GOOOOOD! Can I-- can I have some of yours now, Paul?" "Mom!" David said, his voice clenching as he fired off a third round at the ceiling. "David!" Lydia turned to her son. "Just what do you think you're doing?! There you go again! You're making a ceiling stain! Are you getting off on seeing your own mother get molested by this little pervert?!" "Mom! Pleeeease! Stop!" "Stop what? You're still hard! My own son!" She walked over to Paul and put her arms around his neck in an embrace. "Mom!" "Are you getting horny watching your mother rub her breasts up against this pervert's chest?!" She slowly demonstrated. "Mom!" "You're supposed to be protecting me! I'm your mother, for God's sake! Not only are you getting off on seeing my naked body -- that's INCESTUOUS, young man! -- you're getting off on seeing me forcibly molested!" "Mom!" Lydia grabbed Paul's head in both hands and pulled his lips to hers to stick her tongue down his throat. "Mooooom!" David shot load four at the plaster ceiling. Lydia finally broke off the kiss and looked over at David. "I just can't believe my own son would refuse to help his mother while this little pervert fucks up my mind! I may never be the same, David! I could be a nasty, cum-craving cock-sucking incestuous whoring slut-bitch for the rest of my life! I would certainly call that brain damage, David! And not only do you not come to my aid -- you just fucking cum! You get off on this! My own son!" She flopped down in her chair, disgusted at his behavior. She hooked each leg over an arm of the chair to give an open shot of her crotch. "Momrrgh!" Load five arced across the room toward his mother. Lydia noted that the jism only traveled a few feet. "You're going to have to do better than that, David." She smiled at him and lightly rubbed her hand up her pussy. "C'mon, baby, shoot a really good load for momma!" "Mom!!" "Come on, sweetie. Tell you what. I'll let you see something." She slid her hand down to her spread crotch and began lightly tracing her fingers across her pussy. "Mom, DON'T!" "Oops," she smiled and slid a finger into her slot. "Where'd it go?" "Mom! Ungggghhhh!" Load six splattered out. "Sweetie, you need to get some control over that thing, or you'll dehydrate yourself." David slumped in his chair. "Mom. Please." "You also need to build up your crotch muscles, honey. That last load didn't even travel as far as the load before it." "Mom ... please ... stop." "Lydia," Paul said, stepping behind her chair, "It's not the muscles, it's the subject matter. I mean, he likes seeing your naked body." Paul glared at David, "The little PERVERT!" He reached his hands down to cup Lydia's boobs. "But what he REALLY likes to see is you getting fucked over." "Mom! Stop him, please!" "Why, David? Why should I when you won't even stand up for me? Your pecker will, but you won't!" "Mom, I can't!" Lydia held her arms out to her sides while Paul massaged her new boobs from behind. "Look at me, David! This pervert is groping me, touching things he SHOULDN'T be touching -- and, boy! let me tell you it is feeling GOOD! -- and you won't even stand up for me. Now tell me why *I* should stop him if you won't?! Tell me, David!" "Mom, it's wrong! What he's doing to you is wrong!" "Then this must be really, really wrong, David." She reached for Paul's right hand and pulled it down to her crotch, where he slowly sank a finger into her. "Mmmmmm!" "Please! Mom! Don't do that!" The only body parts David could move was his hands, strangling the arms of his chair with a death grip. "He's really gonna blow this time, Lydia. Look at him tensing." "Ooooooh. Come on, baby, blow for me." Paul pointed the hand that wasn't buried in Lydia's crotch at David. "Just don't you shoot too far and get anything on me, cuckold-boy! Or I'll have you cleaning up the mess!" "Please!" "I know what he really wants to see, Lydia," Paul said, bringing his cock to her lips. Lydia stared directly at her son and let her lips ooze over the head, then suck in the length of Paul's dick. "Please! ... Stop! ... Unnnnnngggghhh!! ... Oh, man! ... Oh, man! ... Ung!" "Goddammit!" Paul cursed as a spot of jism crossed the entire length of the room and landed on his shoulder. "I warned you!" "No," Lydia pleaded. "Let me!" She stood and began lapping the cum off Paul's shoulder. "Oh, please! Don't! Ungggg!" Load eight launched, but not as far as the previous load. It landed on the waist-side curve of Lydia's ass. Lydia turned around and put her fists on her hips. "David, you just don't learn. Do you?" "Mooom!" David moaned. She marched over to stand in front of her son, then used two fingers to wipe the jism off her ass. She held them up to her nose and sniffed. "God, your cum smells good, David." She held her fingers out and under David's nose. He tried to struggle but his muscles refused to listen. "Doesn't it, David?" "Mom! Stop it! Please!" She smiled tolerantly and brought her fingers up to her mouth and barely touched her tongue to the jism. "Mmmmm, and you really REALLY taste good, David." She started to reach toward David's lips. He really tried to struggle! But his muscles still would not obey him. "Mom! No! For chrissakes! Don't!" Lydia touched her fingers to David's lips, then smeared his cum over them. "Mom! No!" She leaned in and began licking the jism back off his lips. This progressed into kissing her son, her tongue sliding into his mouth, then his tongue sliding into hers. "David," she whispered in between passionate tonguing, "You don't know where this mouth has BEEN!" "Mmmm ... I don't ... care, Mom, ... you are just ... so fucking hot!" She reached down and pulled on his dick. "Mmmm, David, you're hard again." "Oh ... yeah! ... Mom!" "Oh!" Lydia squealed. David looked to see Paul behind her, and his mother seemed to be grinding her ass back against his hand. "Remember what we talked about earlier, Lydia?" "God, yes!" she gasped. "Well?" Lydia looked torn and confused. "I can't. I just can't do-- ohgod, you're right!" She spun around so that her back was to her son and cocked out her ass. "David! Isn't mommy's ass pretty?" "Yes!" he moaned. "Wouldn't you just like to take a bite out of it?" "Yes!" She backed up closer to him and slowly shook her hips from side to side. "Would you like me to sit on your big hot hard cock, sweetie?" "Oh, mom, would you please?!" "Sure, baby. Just kiss mommy's ass?" "Hungh?" he moaned. She pulled her cheeks apart and backed up closer to her son's face. "Just kiss mommy's asshole, sweetie, and I'll sit down on your pecker." She pulled once on his cock. "You're ready to shoot again. Mommy knows. Mommy will let you shoot up her poop chute." She pulled on him again. "Don't you want that?" David buried his face between her buttocks and loudly kissed her anus. "No, sweetie. With tongue." "Hungh?" "Mommy wants you to FRENCH KISS her butthole." "But you didn't say ..." "Don't you want to stick that hard hot little rod of yours up between mommy's cheeks and shoot off up her ass?" David buried his face again, tonguing her sphincter. "Mmmmm! Yes! David!" She wriggled her ass from side to side, but David kept his face planted and his tongue active. "Baby! Yeah!" Lydia finally stepped away from David's face, then reached for a vial of vaseline on the living room table. Smearing a glob of it around her rear end, she stepped back to David, turned around, then squatted, slowly impaling her ass on her son's cock. "Oh! Fuck! Mom!" "Tell him," Paul said. Until then, David had forgotten that the other boy was even in the room. "Sweetie," his mother said, raising her hips up, then sitting back down to pump his rod. "Sweetie, Paul says that this will be the last load you ever shoot." David's eyes opened and widened. "WHAT?!" His mother riding up and down on his cock right now was more than proof enough that Paul had power to do some strange things. Lydia was starting to get into riding David, stimulating her ass. "Yeah, baby, no more ejaculations. Ever. Mmmmm, cum for me now." "MOM! What are you TALKING about? STOP!" "No, sweetie! I can't stop now! I'm too hot!" "PAUL! What is she TALKING about?!" "I wanted to make your last load special, so I'm letting you aim it up Lydia's sphincter. Enjoy, friend." "You're no friend! What does she MEAN?! LAST LOAD?!" "Don't worry about it, David." "MOM! STOP! I can't hold BACK if you wriggle your hips like that!!" "Like this, David?" she asked sweetly, demonstrating. "MOM!" "Mmmm, give me your load, honey." David was having a hard time holding back. "PLEASE! MOM! STOP!" Lydia could feel his cock start to jump. "That's it, baby. Give it to me." "MOM! NO! NOOOOOOO!" With that, David's hips began to move by themselves, pumping his jism up his mother's ass. "Noooooo!" "Yes! Yeeesss! Yeeeesssssss!" Lydia screamed, her sphincter spasming, milking David's ejaculating cock. "Mom!" David was crying now for some reason. "What have you done?!" Lydia clamped her sphincter tight to milk his cock as she pulled off it with a small "pop". David looked over at Paul, defeated. "So what are you going to do now, you sonofabitch?" "I'll be honest with you, David. I'm gonna like it. You probably won't." "Ohh!" Lydia squealed. "David, your jism is running out of mommy's ass and down her leg! Oh, that feels great! Thank you, honey!" Paul reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then held his arm out toward David. "You fucker ..." David droned. ---------- (To Be Continued) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 04-05 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! Sons and Daughters ---- --- --------- Three hours later, David was in his room with the door shut, all the Playboys and Penthouses that he owned on the bed and opened wide as he fumbled at his crotch, trying hard (pun intended) to get an erection. He wore no pants, but had a flannel shirt buttoned up the front -- he'd rather not look at his own chest right now. David jumped, startled, as the door swung open and Lydia stepped in, wearing only a sheer blue nightie and blue high heels. David scrambled to sweep all the magazines to the floor on the opposite site of the bed. "Uhm, hi Mom," he said softly. "Oh, sweetie, there's no need to hide those dirty magazines. I know that you beat off." Her eyes settled on his limp penis. "Or at least that you try to." "Mom!" he said in a shrill voice. "It's okay, honey. There's nothing you can do about it. What does it feel like? The change?" David crossed his arms, a posture that felt funny now, then pounded his fists on the mattress and cast his eyes down. "I don't want to talk about it." Lydia watched him a moment, then shook her head. "That's okay. You don't have to talk about it." She brought her hands up to rub them lightly over her breasts. "But ... (sigh) ... instead of jerking off to girls in magazines ... why don't you ... (sigh) ... jerk off to me. They're on paper, but I'm right HEEEERE for you."" Even after everything that had happened today, David gave her an astonished look. "Mom!" "After all, these -- " she cupped her boobies "-- these are now something to write home about." She began pulling on them. "Don't they just make you want to cuuuuum?" she sighed. David stopped trying to cover his crotch with his hands, then slowly was persuaded to spread his legs and pull, rub and pump at his penis as Lydia performed an erotic dance for him. "I still like girls," David said pulling futilely at his groin. "I'm sure you do, David." "I still like girls, so that's proof that there's nothing happening. Looking at these magazines, looking at -- oh God -- at you, Mom, I get very excited." "I'm sure that you do, David." "I just can't seem to ... get an erection. I mean, I can't get one yet. I feel one starting, I just need to get it to finish appearing." "Mmmmm, that's sweet dear." "So no change is occurring," he declared firmly, "Paul's 'spell' misfired this time." "Isn't it a little shorter?" "Isn't what shorter?" David asked, an edge to his voice. Lydia smiled. "Your penis, sweetie. It's a little shorter, isn't it." "No! It is NOT! CERTAINLY not! I mean just because your boobs swelled up like zeppelins doesn't mean everyone ELSE has to be oversized as well!" "As you wish, sweetheart. I just thought that I remembered it being longer than just an inch. I mean, you're nothing but cap there, dear." "Moom!" he shrieked, his voice cracking as it had started to do in the last hour. Lydia continued dancing. "You might want to keep trying there, David. SOMETHING might pop up." "Mom, I CAN still get erect!" Lydia slowed her dance and stopped, then walked over beside the bed. "Honey, I know you can. Right here." She laid her hand on his chest. David grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Mom! Don't touch me there!" "Oh, how cute, my little baby's shy." "Moooomm!" David cried, tears welling up in his eyes. "There is nothing happening! NOTHING!" "As you wish, baby. Would you let Momma show you something?" She slowly reached her hand back to his chest and laid it there, then began gently rubbing in circles. David took in a deep breath. "Moom," he sighed, "I don't like that. I really don't like it." "Hush, baby," she sighed. "Let Momma show you this." And she continued gently rubbing and watched her son calm down at her ministrations. After a couple minutes, she began slowly unbuttoning the flannel shirt. "Mom, please ... don't ... do ... that ..." David sighed. "Ssshh, relax and trust your mother." She slowly spread the shirt to reveal a set of A cup, verging on B cup, breasts on her son, the nipples already perked up from her gentle rubbing, which she continued now on his bare chest. David was lying there, breathing deeply. "Mom ... I really don't like this ..." "Sssshhhh." She continued rubbing gently, then began focusing on the nipples until they were rock-hard little marbles crowning David's sweet little mounds. "David, sweetie, open your eyes." He did so and met hers. "Honey, look at your chest." "I don't want to." She pinched a nipple. "Here, look right here." David's eyes moved down to where the pleasurable sensations were coming from. "That's where your erection is now." "But, Mom, I don't want it there. I want it -- I need it -- to be down below." She flicked his right nipple a few times. "But this is where it is, sweetie. You have such pretty little nips. Doesn't it feel good?" "No," David sighed. Lydia leaned her head down and began sucking on one of his nipples. "Uuuuunnnngh!" David groaned finally. "Okay, okay, yes it does feel good." She began playing her tongue over his nipple even more rapidly. "Okay! Okay! It feels REALLY good! God!" His breath was coming a little faster now. She began pulling on his boobs. "You're starting to get real pleasant little handfuls of flesh here, David. You're gonna need a BRA soon ... IF Paul lets you wear one." "Mom! I don't WANT that!" He glanced down at his crotch to see if there was any reaction there to the intense sensations of pleasure that he was receiving. However, it was still nothing more than wet pasta. "Now here's your extra length, David," Lydia said. "Your nipples are an inch long when they're perked up, and the most darling little set of puffies when they're not." "Mom!" Lydia reached for his crotch and fished around there. There really wasn't much left there to grab a hold of. She pulled as best she could a few times. "Any response?" she asked after a couple minutes. "Yes ... yes, I think there's some stiffening there." Lydia studied the soft member. If there was stiffening there, she sure as hell couldn't see or feel it. "Let's try something else, dear." She had David slide his butt down until he was lying on his back, then had him bring his ankles in toward himself, bending his knees and spreading his thighs wide to give her access to his crotch. She noted that his hips were getting a little wider. Lydia slid down and moved her head near his crotch. David looked down between his legs to see his mother's face. She smiled weakly. then took what was left of his shrinking penis into her mouth. "Thank you, mom," he sighed. After several minutes, Lydia felt like she was doing nothing more than chewing on a soft rubber eraser. She looked up at his chest and saw that his nipples had softened back into puffies. She ran her hand gently along the inside of his thigh, which caused the nipples to perk back up a little. She scratched the skin behind his scrotum, then slid her finger back up the crack and quickly over David's asshole. His body tensed, and she saw his nipples rise to half mast again. "Mom!" he gasped. "Don't TOUCH me there!" Ignoring him, she licked behind his scrotum and continued to run her finger up and down the length of her son's crack. His nipples came to full mast, and he began writhing his pelvis around. "Mom, PLEASE stop touching me there," he kept saying, but did not move to stop her. She slowed her movements along the length of his crack and began making circles around his anus. Then she slipped her finger in an inch. "Mom! Don't!" He started to sit up, but she pushed him back down. "David, you teasing little slut! You are so hot you're ready to blow! But-- " She wrenched her voice up into a shrill little whine, "No! Mom! Don't! Don't touch my hot fucking little nipples! Don't stick your finger up my begging cunt of an asshole! No! Instead, keep working at this decaying corpse that used to be my little penis!" She grabbed his hips and forced him to roll over. "Well, David, you're going to get it whether you want it or not!" He was holding his legs tightly together, so she slapped his ass hard twice, then forced his legs open. "David, you're TURNING into a GIRL! Face up to it and be a man about it!" She forced her finger an inch into his clenched anus. "David, this is momma's cock." She wriggled her index finger that was embedded up his butt. "Now this can be hard for you, or this can be really wonderful, but you're getting laid right now, you little cock-tease!" She spit on his anus to lubricate it, then she began moving her finger in and out, and David relaxed his sphincter. After a minute, he began moaning and pushing back to meet her "thrusts". Finally, he groaned mightily and clamped his anus around her "cock" as wave after wave of orgasm washed through him. He relaxed and laid there a few minutes. "Mom, why? Why did you DO something like that?" "Because you were being a goddam little slut cocktease. You got Momma all hot and bothered and then whined that you didn't want to finish through with the act." "But I don't like that. I don't like being touched down there or on my chest! I still like girls. I like girls. That's proof that I'm not turning into a woman!" "Sweetie," she said with a gentle smile, "That doesn't mean shit." She held his head to her breast. "Of course you still like girls. Down inside every woman, no matter how much she likes men, there's a little lesbian that makes her way out from time to time." "Nooooo," David whined. "I'm noooot ..." "And David ..." She leaned to his ear to whisper. "Every time you orgasm, it makes the transformation more complete. Why, I'll bet you almost have C cups by now." David's eyes widened while Lydia smiled evilly, then stood and walked out of the room. When she was gone, he examined his chest. Sure enough, B verging on C ... David wailed. Incontinence of the Mouth ------------ -- --- ----- Patricia Mulholland pulled her car into the Moreno's driveway. David Moreno was a student in one of her English seminars, but he had been absent today. Normally she didn't personally deliver assignments to students that missed class, but this just seemed appropriate to do today for some reason. She walked up to the front door and knocked. As she waited, she reached up and adjusted the position of her bra in front. Paul Spellman, another student in her English class, answered the door, catching her pushing her breasts around in the bra cups. "Just copping a feel from myself, Paul," she smiled sunnily, then clapped her hand over her mouth. She did NOT mean to say that! "Oh, Christ! I mean that I was ... uhm ... just adjusting my bra." Whew! Slightly better, at least! But her mouth opened again, almost of its own accord. "And doing a little pleasant self-groping while I was at it. You wouldn't BELIEVE how sensitive my nipples are right now!" She smiled and rolled her eyes around. "It must be that time of the month," she found herself nodding and smiling. Oh, shit! She didn't just say that, did she?! She shut her eyes. Get control of yourself, woman. She looked back at her student. Carefully, she warned herself, speak carefully. "Paul, I'm here to see David. He was absent from class today." Her mouth began speaking again, in a little girl's voice, "And I miiiiiiiissed him! Him and his happy little erection standing up so earnestly in the front row." Oh ... my ... God! she thought. "Sure, Professor Mulholland. Step inside," he smiled. See this through, then go see a DOCTOR, she told herself. You need to get HELP for this problem! "I always knew you got all hot and squishy in class, Professor Mulholland," Paul smirked. "Paul! You WILL NOT speak to me that way! I am your PROFESSOR, and you WILL RESPECT ME!" Her mouth began speaking again with a giggle, "Although ... next time you think I'm getting squishy, ask me if you can take a peek and see! Maybe I'll give you a gander." She couldn't believe what had just come out of her mouth, but she glared at Paul. There would be no doubt that he understood the first part of what she said! Paul cast his eyes down. "Yes, ma'am. I apologize." He looked back up. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Just some sperm, thank you, Paul. I simply love the taste when I burp it back up. Is David feeling better than earlier today, I hope?" "Excuse me, Professor?" Paul asked, smirking again. "I said just some sperm, Paul. I love the taste when I burp-- oh, God! No! No, that is NOT what I meant!" "Because I'll be more than happy to whack off some jism for you, Professor." "Paul! Don't you DARE! Some water! I'll just have some water!" "Freud knows what you're thinking about," Paul said, wagging his finger at her, then walked out to the kitchen. Maybe she did need to go see a Freud! Why wouldn't her mouth stop coming up with these creative filthy little things to say?! Or at least save them up until later when she wasn't in front of one of her students?! Paul came back in carrying a glass that he handed to his teacher. "I went ahead and put a squirt of cum-juice in it, Professor." Oh, God! He could NOT be talking to her like that. But how was she going to chastise him when she had just been running on with a gutter mouth herself? She opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it -- God only knew what would come out -- and just smiled, taking the glass from him. She brought the glass to her lips and loudly slurped the scum off the top of the water, then rolled the substance around on her tongue, and slowly her smile faded. Yes, it really was semen. And yes, she really had just -- oh, God! -- tasted her student's cum! Forcing a smile, she swallowed. "It's all right, Professor Mulholland, I still respect you. Is it okay if I call you Patty?" Patricia Mulholland bit her lip to keep her mouth from opening and shaming her yet again. She flashed a pleasant smile and nodded. Let's just get through this and out of here. "Gee, thanks, Patty. Is it okay if I call you Whoring Slut?" Angrily, Patty made a face and shook her head no. "Gee, thanks, Whoring Slut." Before she could stop herself, her mouth spoke, "Paaaauuuul, you can't DO that! You'll make me even MORE WET and SQUISHY than I already AM. You've already got my stomach rumbling after that seductive shot of cum-dilly-icious jism of yours. You can't TEASE me anymore, you bad, bad boy!" She shut her eyes, then sighed. This wouldn't even make passable dialog in a porno movie! "I apologize if I make you all wet, Professor." "You do NOT make me WET, Paul!" She glared at him angrily. "You do NOT make me all hot and runny and slimy down my thighs! You do NOT!" "Yes ... of course I don't," Paul said with that smirk that she yearned to slap off his face. "You DON'T, Paul! Really! You DON'T! Stop smirking, you little bastard! You DON'T make me WET!" Paul just nodded his head, grinning. "Damn you! You want to see?! I'll SHOW you!" She turned her back to him, unbuckling her belt, then lowered her skirt and panties to her knees, bending over. "See?! You DON'T make me wet? Is that proof enough? You dirty little boy!" "Hey, nice cunt, Professor! Nice WET cunt!" Professor Mulholland's entire body blushed deep red. Oh ... my ... GOD! She could not BELIEVE what she had just DONE! She stood back up straight, quickly pulling up her panties and skirt. "Paul ... I don't ... I don't know what I am saying. I am just ... out of control! I need to give David his homework, then go see a doctor or psychiatrist and get treated. Or maybe get exorcised by a priest. I don't know which. Is David home?" "I can answer that," came a voice from the hallway. Patricia turned to face Ms Moreno, who was standing with her arm above her head, leaning against the hallway wall. She was dressed in black, 5-inch thigh-high leather boots, a tiny black thong that her furry bush showed past on either side, and nothing above the waist. "Ms Moreno!" Paul waved. "This is Professor Mulholland, and she's dropping off David's assignments. She really is quite the hot, wet slut -- so maybe that should be 'dripping off David's assignment'." "I can SEE that, Paul," Lydia said, walking forward. Was this woman a MOTHER?! Or a naturalist? Or an S&M leather fetish mistress? "Professor Mulholland, did I just see what I THOUGHT I saw? Did you really just EXPOSE yourself to that boy?!" Patricia did not know what to do. She had been caught directly in the act, obscenely baring herself to a student. She had no idea what to do. She couldn't ... she just .... "Oooh! I LOVE your boobies!" a giggle burst forth, and Patricia found herself clapping her hands together and smiling vacantly. "They are so YUMMY-looking!" Oh, Christ. There she had gone off again. "Ms Mulholland! I will thank you, as the teacher of my son, to not comment on my yummy tits!" Shit! Shit! Shit! "I'm sorry, Ms Mulholland. They just look so lickety, jismy delicious that-- fuck! I don't mean to be saying these things. I-- Could I just pop one of the nipples into my mouth? Just for a second? Please?" Patricia shut her eyes tightly and cursed. This was exactly the WRONG way to meet a student's mother for the first time! "Ms Mulholland!" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did her mouth keep doing this to her?! "Is THIS the way that you lead your classes? Because if it is-- " "Please, Ms Mulholland! I am SO sorry! I don't know what is coming over me! I am just your basic slut-covered cunt! Oh, no! I didn't mean to say that! The last part that is -- I meant to say the first part, just not the last part. I-- " Shut up, Patty, she told herself, you're just making it worse. She took a deep breath. "Okay. I am very sorry. I am just having real problems today. I brought over David's assignments since he wasn't in class. If I can just show them to you, I will get out of here and quit pissing you off with my smutty-assed gutter mouth." "Yes, I think that would be best. Step here to the table and show me the assignment, and I will pass it on to David when he is feeling better." Chewing on her lip to keep her mouth shut, Patricia stepped over and opened the textbook. She tried to focus all her concentration on simply explaining the work so that she could just leave and get some help. But Ms Moreno's breasts were SOOO distracting. Then she felt a hand on her ass. "Paul, if you're going to fucking grope my ass, at least have the balls to jab that goddam big pecker of yours up my fucking sphincter and-- " Sighing, she stopped her runaway mouth again. "Sure, Professor Mulholland," Paul said, starting to lift the woman's skirt. "Paul! Don't you goddam dare!" "But you said-- " "Paul, you know very well that I did not mean what I said. I just got very angry. That's all. In fact, next time that you hear me run on at the mouth like that, stuff your prick between my lips like a pacifier to shut me up and keep me-- " Frustrated, she stopped herself and sighed again. The Monkey's Penis Ch. 04-05 "You seem to have a problem," Ms Moreno said. "You have no IDEA," Professor Mulholland sighed. "Okay, back to the assignment. Paul needs to read from page 135 to 165, then complete the sentence diagramming exercises on page 167. He should already be somewhat familiar with the process. The diagrams are the ones that look like little sluts spreading their legs. Basically, begin by separating the sentence into noun and verb phrases, perhaps with subordinate clauses." She drew an example as she spoke, then held it up for Ms Moreno to see, her fingers "accidentally" brushing against the woman's bare breast as she did so, causing a visible ripple of pleasure to skip through Ms Moreno's body. "Now, the subordinate clauses are hung off the parse diagram separately, see? Sort of like the way Paul is so well hung." She stepped behind Ms Moreno, reached around in front and added little branches to the diagram while the backs of her hands rubbed against the other woman's breasts. "That indicates ... that they are ... subordinate clauses." She transferred the paper to the same hand that held the pencil, then cupped Ms Moreno's breast with the free hand, squeezing and pulling. "Ms Mulholland ... (siiiigh) ... are you copping feels from me? Because ... there seems to be a great deal of ... fondling ... going on here." The paper and pencil fell to the floor, and the other hand cupped the other boob. "No ... no, I'm not doing that ... that wouldn't be right ... you ARE ... the mother of one of my ... pupils ..." "Good ... because I wouldn't want you to be cupping and pulling and kneading my soft, tender, yearning boobs ... that would be ..." "That would be ... just taking matters into my own hands." She continued cupping Lydia's boobs. "Now wouldn't it?" Professor Mulholland felt Paul lifting her skirt and tugging her panties down. "Paul ... you shouldn't ..." "What a hot ass, Professor Mulholland ..." Paul rubbed his hand over it and kneaded the cheeks. "Aaaaawwwwww!" she moaned, cocking her ass out against his hand. "Paul ... you shouldn't ..." "But I am. So what do you think about that?" "Nnnnnng!" she whined, grinding her ass around in circles against his hand. He began running his finger up and down her crack. "Paul! ... no! ... not ... there! ... you-- ... I-- ... Oh! Shit! ... Fuck!" Patricia tensed. Lydia Moreno pulled the other woman's hands off her breasts and turned around to see what was the matter. There was a wet spot spreading at the crotch of Patricia Mulholland's skirt. "I just fucking pissed myself!" Professor Mulholland squealed, aghast. "I can't believe that I just fucking wet myself!" "It's all right," Ms Moreno soothed. "You just can't help it, dear." Professor Mulholland looked at the other woman. "That's exactly right! I can't! I just can't HELP myself! I can't keep from saying these things all of a sudden, and I can't-- OOOH!" Another gush of urine came out and the wet spot got bigger. "I CAN'T STOP! I can't fucking stop these things! What is wrong with me?!" "It's okay, Professor. You're getting better," Paul told her. "Better?!" "You're just letting her express herself more." "Her?" "Your inner slut, of course. She's just the prettiest little whore that-- " "Paul, I want you to shut your mouth unless your tongue is working on my clit! Oh, fuck! My mouth just won't stop-- " "Sure," Paul smiled. "NO! You KNOW that is not what I meant! I-- ooh!" The stain on her dress grew a little larger again, and she turned to Ms Moreno. "Ms Moreno, I must use your bathroom! Please!" "Sure, thimble bladder" Lydia smirked. "Right down the hall and to your right." "Thank you. I'll be sure to lick you off later." She rolled her eyes. "I did NOT mean that last bit," she called as she moved quickly to the hallway, then back to the bathroom. She stepped in and turned on the light, but saw a young woman sitting on the toilet and she turned around to face the wall and give her some privacy. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to walk in on you. You must be Ms Moreno's daughter." A sob came from the seated girl, causing Patricia to turn around. The young lady was sitting naked on the toilet, and it was apparent now that she was holding her face in her hands, crying. Concerned, Patricia knelt and touched the young woman's shoulder. "What is the matter, dear?" She noticed then that the woman had a wonderfully pert and sassy set of D-cups. Don't do it, she told herself, don't DO it. But her mouth opened. "Oh, gawd! Those are big 'uns! What a RACK, bitch!" Shit! Fresh sobs burst out behind the girl's hands. It was obvious that she was in emotional pain, and Patricia had gone and blurted something like THAT! "Oh, I am SO sorry, sweetie! I can't help the things that come out of my mouth all of a sudden! I didn't mean that." Keeping her face buried in her hands, the girl got up and ran out of the bathroom. "But you need to wipe your pussy," Patricia called, "Or you'll leak piss ... just like me." The only reply was a door slamming shut. Patricia sat on the toilet and relaxed to pee. But ... nothing came out. Patricia strained, but still no urine came. "So I squat and you get shy!" she complained to her bladder. She knew what she'd do. She slid off her wet, clammy panties and stepped to the counter. Taking the rinse glass, she filled it from the tap and drank it down. She'd flush the urine out of her body. That would fix the shy fluid. She filled it twice more and drank it down. Let's see if that stubborn urine could still refuse to come out against THAT much water! Pleased with herself, she walked back out to the living room. "I met your daughter," she said, and both Paul and Ms Moreno began smirking. "She was sitting on the toilet peeing when I went back, but she seemed pretty upset when she left. Why ... are you two laughing?" "But, Professor Mulholland, I don't have a daughter." She looked at Paul. "Or, then again, maybe I do now." "If that wasn't your daughter, who was that fine lookin' bitch? I mean, who was that young lady?" "That," Paul said, laughing, "Was David!" "No!" Patricia held her hands out in front of her chest. "She had gazongas!" "David!" Ms Moreno shouted. "Wiggle that sexy little ass of yours out here now!" "NO!" came the muffled reply from his bedroom. "David!" Paul yelled. "Stroll that slick pussy out here now, unless you want to spend the whole rest of your life desperately begging me for my cock-juice." After a few moments, the bedroom door opened, and a well-endowed young woman dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt grudgingly shuffled out. "What?! Haven't you done enough to me?" she whined in her high-pitched voice. Patricia's jaw dropped. She could see the resemblance in the face now. The cheekbones were more pronounced, the lips fuller, the skin smoother, but that was him! Or her! "David?!" "Aaaawww!" the young woman moaned, turning to face her teacher. "How many people are you going to parade me around in front of?!" she asked Paul and her mother. "David! You have breasts! Even through that baggy sweatshirt! They gotta be at LEAST double-D's!" "Yeah, and you have a big cum spot on the front of your skirt. Did Paul fire on you, or did you just drool all over yourself?" "I'll have you know that is urine, David, and it is utterly inappropriate for us to be standing here, discussing how ... how I can't help pissing myself." "I thought I told you that you were allowed to wear high heels and nothing more," Paul warned the younger woman. "Paul! I am NOT going to strut around here naked! Not like ... not like your fucking idea of a wet dream!" "What? Do you think you're too GOOD to be eye candy for us, David?" "No! I'm NOT eye candy! I'm not even FEMALE!" she shrieked. "Yes ... you are, David," her mother told her. "David," Patricia spoke up, still in awe, "You ARE radiating lusty succulence the way a dog in heat radiates-- " "You too, Professor Mulholland?!" David crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! Why can't Paul-- " she looked at her former friend and gasped. Patricia turned back to look at Paul too. He was pulling what looked like a stick out of his pocket. "Paul! Don't you DARE!" David shrieked. "Don't dare what?" Patricia asked quietly. Paul closed his fist around the object, held it in front of himself and shut his eyes. What was he doing? Several moments later, he opened his eyes and smiled nastily. "You ... MEAN ... MAN!" David gasped. Patricia turned to look at the pretty young woman and saw that she wore not a stitch now except for the five-inch heels that were now on her feet. "How did-- " Patricia began, puzzled. "Aaawww, her too?" David was gesturing at her. "What have you done THIS time?!" Patricia looked down at herself and saw that she was now similarly naked, sporting only five-inch heels too. "What?" "Why don't you fill Professor Mulholland in on recent events, Lydia," Paul smiled. "Well ... Paul's been making these crazy magic wishes. First, I get this magnificent perky rack of boobs last night, then this morning I'm squirming around so much in my own pussy that I can't think straight. Then David here stars to sprout breasts too." "Mooooommmm!" her daughter whined. "David, stop your bitching, or I'll have Lydia bend you over a chair for a good spanking," Paul threatened. "And you're weak enough now, daughter, that I could do it, David," Lydia warned. "Ooooh!" David stamped her high-heeled foot in frustrated fury. "And now," Lydia continued, smiling, "Paul's made another wish. Something involving both David and you." "What have you done to us, Paul? What have you done to me?" "You mean what ELSE have I done to you, don't you, Patricia?" The naked professor swallowed nervously. "But first let's find out how far David has progressed. Mighty fine nipples you have there, David." Everyone looked at David's breasts. Being the center of attention, the nipples began stiffening up. Patricia felt a heady rush of lust wash through her. "Let's not ... let's not talk about my nipples, please," David requested. "Sure, David," her mother smiled. "Is there anything at all left down below? Of your pecker, I mean -- is there anything left? Or do you just have a hole there now?" "Let's not talk about my cock, either, please." "What cock, honey?" Lydia smiled and asked him. "It's there! Okay?! I still have my cock!" "I don't know, honey. I can't see anything of it from here." "It's right he-- huuuunghghghgh!" David had spread her legs and reached down to pull the acorn top into view, but there was no cock there now, only a hole, and her finger slipped inside. Patricia gasped and clutched at the electric sensations discharging from her own pussy. "Oh, mother of GOD!" David gasped and sank to her knees. "David, stop!" Patricia shrieked, sinking to her knees as well. "Stop FINGERING yourself!" The tone of her voice shocked David back to her senses. "I-- " She shook her head to clear it. "David," Patricia gasped, "When you play with your pussy, I feel it TOO!" "I don't HAVE a pussy!" David snapped back at her. "David ... stop having delusions. You DO have a cunt now. And when you play with it, you bring ME to my knees with pleasure!" "That can't-- " Patricia reached down and fingered her own clit. "Oh fuuuu-uu-u-uuu-uck!" David's voice scaled two octaves as she clawed the carpet. "THAT'S what you were doing to ME when you pumped that finger in and out of yourself, David!" "Orgasmic twins," Paul smiled smugly. "Pretty clever, hungh? When one of you squeals with joy, the other squeals too." "You sadistic bastard!" David hissed. "An artist's work is never appreciated," Paul sighed. "Artist?! You're a MONSTER! First you force your way in here and you rape my mother, who can't think straight enough to stop you, you monster! Then you-- " David shook her head "-- then you ... you turn me ... me into ...." He spun around to face Patricia. "For Pete's sake, Professor Mulholland! Cut it out! I can't think straight!" "Sorry," she blushed and removed her fingers from her pussy. "Thank you." David turned back to Paul. "You turned me into a woman against my will, you humiliated me and my ... my mother both, and you ... you ...." He spun around to Patricia again. "Professor Mulholland! Do you MIND?!" "Sorry," Patricia giggled, pulling her hands back from her nipples. "I sorta got carried aw-- " "Well, DON'T!" Patricia shrugged. David turned back to Paul. "So you raped my mother, you created situations just to humiliate both of us, you turned me against my will-- OH MY ... GOD ... NO!" She spun around to turn on Professor Mulholland again. She was half-bent at the waist, reaching behind herself, smiling sheepishly. "NOT the ASS! Do NOT stick your finger up your ASS! OUR ass, now that Paul has got-- (gasp!)" "It doesn't feel TOO bad, does it?" Patricia asked, then pumped twice more. David was on her knees now, trembling. "Don't DO that!" "But ...," Patricia whined, then pumped her sphincter twice more. "Bitch!" David gasped and brought her hand to her pussy, fingering her clit rapidly. "Aaaaaaaa!" Professor Mulholland gasped. "Take ... your ... finger ... out of ... your asshole ...," David gasped, continuing to finger herself in retaliation. "You ... little ... bitch ...," Patricia gasped, then began fingering her back door continuously. "You get ... your finger ... off ... your clit ...." David was on her back now, thighs spread, hand working furiously at her crotch. "No ... (gasp) ... you get ... (gasp) ... your finger ... (gasp) ... out of your ass! ...." Patricia was on her knees, face pressed to the carpet, finger embedded in her ass, pumping rapidly. "No! ... (gasp) ... YOU get ... (gasp) ... your finger ... (gasp) ... off your clit!" "No! ... (gasp) ... You first!" "No! ... (gasp) ... You!" "Professor ... (gasp) ... Mulholland ... (gasp) ... if you don't ... AAAAOOOOOOOOEEEUUUUNNGH!" Both women writhed on the floor, convulsing in orgasms for nearly a minute. They they just laid there, exhausted. "I'm jealous," Lydia commented. "Wanna be triplets?" Paul asked. "Let me think about it." That was when the doorbell rang. ---------- (To Be Continued) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 06 David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! 6. Fuck Bunny -- ---- ----- "I wonder who that could be," Paul mused, then walked to the front window and looked out. "Why, it's your girlfriend, David." "Katie?!" David sprang suddenly to her feet and almost got slapped in the face by her own boob. "She can't see me like this!" she squeaked, scampered to the coat closet, and hid inside. "You too, Lydia. She'll certainly notice that there's something ... different ... about you!" Lydia pressed her chest forward. "Do you think my breasts will intimidate her, Paul?" "You have absolutely no competition in the perky tit department, Lydia. Now into the closet." Lydia strolled to the closet, then stepped in with her son -- ehr, daughter. "Hey!" David complained. "This is MY closet!" "Shut up and move over, bitch!" "Mom!" "I'd better go too, Paul," Professor Mulholland sighed. "I don't seem to be able to control what comes out of my mouth." "I don't know. You seemed to do pretty good with that sentence." "Do you think?" she smiled, then frowned, "Oops." The spot on her skirt freshened with new urine. "I'd ... better go." She went to the closet and stepped in with the other two ladies. "It's getting freaking crowded in here!" David complained. "And stop groping my breasts, Mom!" "They're just so irresistibly pert, sweetie." "Well, stop!" Patricia pulled the door shut. Paul answered the door with his best sleazy smile. "Hi, sweetie." "Don't you 'sweetie' me, Paul Spellman. Where's David?" "David didn't make it to class today because he grew breasts and lost his gonads and just couldn't bare his face with all that shame. Guess that means you're in the market for a new boyfriend." "Paul," she sighed, "David and I have something special together. You've always been jealous of it, but you've never understood that it's based on mutual respect. If you'd only-- oh, why do I even bother explaining to you? Is David back in his room?" "David's in the coat closet, hiding his new tits from you." "Paul, stop it. Where's Ms Moreno? I don't know why she even lets you hang around here." "Lydia's in the coat closet too. Probably fondling her son's new boobies." "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" "Wanna see something nifty?" He reached into his pocket, pulled something out, then held it out in his palm. Katie twitched her mouth. "It looks like a stick. What's so nifty about that?" "It's a magic charm. It grants wishes. It started off, centuries ago," he grinned, "as a monkey's penis." "Eeeewwww!" "Watch this." Paul gripped the artifact in his fist and shut his eyes. Several moments later, he opened them. "Done," he grinned. "What's done?" Paul walked behind the couch, retrieved an object and brought it back. It was a woman's headband with two eighteen-inch hot pink fuzzy bunny ears sprouting from the top of it. Katie raised an eyebrow. "Bunny ears?" "Fuck-bunny ears," Paul corrected her. "Here, try them on." "No. No way." She stepped around him and started back toward David's bedroom. "David?" she called. A high pitched giggle came from the coat closet as she walked past it, and she stopped. "I told you, he's in the closet, getting his new boobies groped." "Paul, you are-- " "Mom! Stop it!" came a hiss from the closet. Katie opened the closet door to reveal three astonished faces. Sort of like three naked deer, lustfully groping each other in the headlights, if you like strained cliches. "Uhm ... hi, Katie," her boyfriend greeted her an octave higher than usual, breasts hanging off his torso. "D-David? What are-- " "Hi, Rebecca," Lydia said smugly, favorably comparing her own pert breasts to the younger woman's. "Ms Moreno?!" "Hi ... uhm ... Katie," Professor Mulholland waved as the wet spot on the front of her skirt grew larger. "I .. uhm ... don't even know how to ask." "Katie," David choked up. "Please ... don't look at me ... not when ... I'm like this ...." Big pink fuzzy bunny ears were placed on Katie's head from behind then, and the anxiety washed off her face. "But you're so YUMMY, David! What CUTE little MOUNDS! You're ALL so YUMMY!" she smiled, vacant except for a lusty hunger showing in her face. "K-Katie?!" "Call me 'Bunny', David! And I wanna pile in with you all!" She began unbuttoning her blouse. "You BASTARD!" David wailed, tears bunching up in her eyes. "What have you DONE to HER?!" Bunny had her bra off now. "Ooooh, look, David! Your breasts are bigger than MINE! Oh! They're so PERT!" "Katie, no! Don't grab-- ungh! oh! Katie! Don't! I can't ... think ... when you ... oh, yeeeessss ... yessss ... ohgod, YES!" "What's that, David?" Bunny asked innocently, squeezing his mounds. "Fuck me!" she gasped, sinking to her knees, then turning around and cocking her ass up high in the air. "Fuck me, Katie!" "My son," Lydia muttered, "The bitch in heat ...." "Please! Fuck me!" Paul pulled the bunny ears off Katie, and her simple look of sweet lust-hunger twisted into a grimace of horror. "Paul! Good God! What have you DONE to him?!" She glanced up at Ms Moreno, who was fingering her slit. "What have you done to THEM?! What are you DOING to them, you monster?!" "Fuck me!" David gasped, shaking her ass. "Please, fuck me!" The contents of Katie's stomach were snaking around her in her abdomen, looking to escape. How could someone DO this to another human being? "Paul?!" He was a hideous ... THING! "I like him kinda better this way," Paul grinned, watching David. Katie had never conceived that a person's soul could be so maggot-riddled and worm-eaten as Paul's. And he was reaching toward her with those bunny ears. "Paul ... don't." He slipped them on her head, and a calmness, then a sexy little heat washed over her features. She unsnapped her pants and slid them and her panties to the floor, then got down on all fours too. "Fuck me too, Paul! Fuck me too!" "Katie! Fuck me!" David whined. "Stop it!" she slapped David's ass. "I don't have the equipment. Get PAUL to fuck you -- AFTER he fucks me!" "But I don't want HIM to." David was still on all fours and felt her mother's hands move to her breasts and rub them. "We need to make my little girl into a woman, don't we?" Lydia whispered loudly. "Nnnnnggggg! ... Okay! Yes!" David wiggled her ass. "Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me!" "Fuck me first, Paul!" Katie told him. "No! Me! Fuck me! Make me into a woman!" "Hmmmm," Paul sighed, a faint smile on his face. "Dueling pussies." He reached to Katie's head and removed the bunny ears again. "Whaaaa ...?" she asked sluggishly. "Pau-au-auau-aul! Fuck me!" David whined on all fours beside her. "Make me a WOMAN!" Katie realized that she was on her hands and knees too, that she had crawled down into that position herself, and that she had been begging Paul to fuck her when he removed those damnable bunny ears. "You ... monster ...," she whispered, not changing positions. Several drops of sex juices leaked from her pussy to the carpet. "Guess I am, aren't I?" Paul agreed. "A real atrocity on the population of humanity, eh?" "Yes ...." "Tell you what, then. You're free to go." "To ... go ...?" "Yeah. Yank on your clothes and escape to freedom. I won't force you to stay here and participate in something this truly horrible." "But ...." "No, no ... I am quite sure that this whole scene just disgusts you fully as much as it disgusts me. How could ... any human being do ... this ... to fellow human beings?" David was on all fours, begging to be made to scream with orgasms like a REAL woman. Ms Moreno was leaning against the wall in just thigh-high boots, having removed her thong, and fingering herself. Professor Mulholland was leaning against another wall, looking so overcome with lust that she might fall over in orgasm at any moment. "See you later, Katie," Paul said gently. "But ... I ...." "Scram, kiddo. You're better than this. Get outta here before your innocence gets compromised and you start LIKING this filth." "But ... but I'm wet ...," she whispered. "What's that?" Paul smiled. "You WANT to stay?" "No! No, this is horrible!" "Okay. Go, then. See ya later." "I can't," she whimpered. "I'm soooo ... WET!" "Then you DO want to stay." "Pau-au-auau-aul!" David whined, shaking her ass beside Katie. "Fuck me!" Paul ignored the begging bitch. "So you DO want to stay and get fucked, Katie?" Katie stared at her boyfriend begging. The bitch. This whole scene turned her stomach. "Noooo ...." A quarter cup of lubricant oozed out of her pussy and down her thighs. "The ears ...," she whispered. "Okay, Katie. Time to shit or get off the pot. Do you want to stay? And participate in this horrible den of sin?" "No. But put the ears back on me, and then I will have no choice!" "Or do you want to go? To escape to freedom?" "No. Yes -- I mean yes, I do. But if you put the fuck bunny ears back on me, I won't be able to escape, and I'll have to stay and fuck and suck and lick and maybe you'll even make me stick something up my boyfriend's pussy! Or maybe up his ass! Her ass! Put the ears on me, and I'll HAVE to stay, Paul!" "Oh, no, I couldn't do THAT, Katie! I respect you far too much to force you to-- " "PUT the goddam motherfucking ears back on my fucking HEAD, Paul! NOW!!" Paul shrugged and slipped the buck bunny prosthetic on her head. "Oh, yeeeeeeaaaaaahh ...," she sighed as simplicity -- no ulterior motives than plain old lust -- gently lit up her face. "Fuck me, Paul!" she wriggled her ass. "Fuck me! Please!" Patricia Mulholland was shaking her head while the stain on the front of her skirt grew a little larger. This wasn't right. Something twisted was going on here. "Fuck me!" "No, fuck ME!" "They're like mewling kittens," Paul mused. "Oh, goddammit," Lydia sighed as she sank to her hands and knees. "They're making ME all hot and bothered." She started wriggling her ass too. "Fuck ME, Paul! Fuck ME!" "You wanna join them?" Paul asked Professor Mulholland. "N-no ...," she shook her head. "Your loss. 'Sides, you'll be begging anyway once I insert my cock up your pussy twin's pussy." Paul removed his pants and cast them to the side. "Okay, Dovey," Paul patted David's ass. "I'm going to plug you, but you're going to have to beg me first." "Oh, PLEASE!" David begged, lowering her face to the carpet and wriggling her pussy enticingly. "Fuck me! Just please FUCK me!" Patricia shook her head again. This was very much not right. And it was getting hard to think past the lust. Paul lightly traced his erection up and down Dovey's slit, wetting it with the pussy juices running out. "PLEASE!" David screamed, clawing at the carpet in anticipation. "DO me!" Not right at all. Patricia, drenching her skirt in her anxious excitement, dug in Paul's discarded pants and fished out the magical artifact. If she didn't do this now, she would momentarily be too wet to think. "Can you feel me tickling you with my prick back here, Dovey?" "Oh, YES!" Tears of anticipation were coming out of David's eyes. "I'm going to make you a woman, Dovey." "PLEASE! YES! PLEASE FUCK me!" Patricia held the monkey's penis in her fist. Paul felt that something was wrong and looked over his shoulder. It took him a moment to interpret Patricia's closed eyes, her hand in a fist in front of herself, but then he realized that she held the penis, that she was making a wish .... "Nnnoooooooo ...," he wailed, rising, turning, leaping for her .... Reverse this, she thought, reverse this all from the beginning .... So that these atrocities do not come to pass. The Monkey's Penis Ch. 07 See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! * * * * * * * * * * Yang Swing Chapter 7: The Python of Love Lydia was dreaming about work. David Gillespy, the attorney that had originally hired her at the law office, had recently hired a young oriental tart named Min Li. Lydia did an excellent job, precise and rapid, and really did not need any more help. Certainly not from a girl that she considered nothing more than eye candy for the men in the office. They were careful, being lawyers, but Lydia could still see that they just wanted a pretty young thing that would smile and bat her eyes for them. In the dream, Min Li had gotten Lydia her coffee and was trying her best to be friends with her, but Lydia still just acted extremely cool toward her. Finally, Min Li came up behind her where she sat and began massaging her shoulders. Try as she might, Lydia could not shrug off the younger girl's attempts at friendship. The massage just felt too good. Lydia closed her eyes and leaned back, letting Min Li's fingers work their magic ... After a few minutes, Lydia felt that something was off and realized that Min Li's hands had wandered to her breasts! "I-- What?!" Lydia asked, starting to sit up. "Just relax and enjoy, Ms Moreno. Lydia." Min Li whispered in her ear. "Let yourself be absorbed by the pleasure. Be absorbed INTO the pleasure ... you WANT this." Lydia wanted to make a fuss, wanted to protest, wanted to tell her that this was not at all appropriate, but the massage had just relaxed her too much. She couldn't bring herself to push the younger woman away, couldn't bring herself to tell her to stop. And every moment that she didn't, the younger woman's ministrations sucked more and more of the resolve out of her. Unable to resist her, Lydia leaned back with a sigh and let Min Li have her way and continue. One by one, Min Li unbuttoned most of Lydia's blouse, then parted the front and snuck her hand lightly inside to dance around on the older woman's bra-covered breast. The office door opened then, and Francine, one of the receptionists, walked in and saw the two women engaged in something ... something definitely inappropriate. She screamed. Lydia startled awake, then rolled over in bed, not entirely sure that the scream had been only in the dream. She sat up, checked the time -- 10:15 P.M. -- then put on her robe and walked out into the hall. David's lamp was on, so she went to check on him. "Honey?" she asked softly as she neared his door. "Mom! Don't! Give me just a minute before you come in!" "What is it, honey?" she asked, entering his doorway, then halted, her jaw dropping. Her son sat there on the bed, eyes wide with stunned guilt, sporting a raging erection. But the tip of his penis was at eye level! Her son's penis was three and a half feet long and as thick around as her elbow! "David ... what?!" "I don't KNOW, Mom! I didn't MEAN to! I just woke, and here it was! Like THIS!" "David, it's ..." she swallowed hard "... it's ENORMOUS!" "I know, Mom. But I can't help it!." "Does it ... hurt?" "No ... no, 'hurt' isn't the word for it." Lydia got a concerned look. "What IS the word for it, then, David?" "I-- it-- look, I can't tell you." "David, you can tell me anything. I'm your mother." "No, I-- I can't!" "David! This is not normal. Now, please, tell me what you're feeling so we can try to figure out what happened." She reached for his member to gently see if there were any clues as to how this occurred. "I-- it feels good, okay? I mean, it feels really, REALLY good! And ... and you NEED to stop touching it, Mom!" Lydia frowned. She discouraged masturbation in her son, since she was sure that it led to the demeaning of women. But under these circumstances -- she wasn't sure it was David's fault that it felt so good to him. Something extreme had happened. Really, he was just so enormous now! "Mom! Please! Don't!" Lydia realized that her mind had become a little excited, and that her hands had subconsciously tightened and squeezed his huge member. She released her grip, took a deep breath and refocused. "David," she said calmly, "I'm just trying to see what has happened, to see if we need to take you to the emergency room or what. And I'm quite baff-- David, it just twitched." "I know," David said, trying to breathe deeply and think of sex-repelling things like his grandmother pulling out her false teeth and then vomiting all over him. "I need ... I need to calm down. You really can't touch it, mother. Not at all." "David, it's leaking at the tip." "It's just pre-cum, mother," David said, still trying to breathe deeply and visualize repugnant things. "David! Your language!" she said, then reached for the head. "Mom! Do NOT!" She pulled the stiffie to bring the tip toward her while David shut his eyes and prayed for horrible repulsive thoughts to make him limp. She wiped a little of the pre-ejaculatory liquid with her fingers, then rubbed it between them, looking closely for any signs of bleeding or other abnormality. Her nose started wrinkling as she did this, and she sniffed, bringing the pre-ejaculate toward her nose. "David ..." she sighed, feeling quite heady, "This smells ... strange ... not entirely ... bad .... sort of ... goo-o-ooo-oood ...." She shook her head to clear it. This was her son, this seriously affected his health, and she had to concentrate! She subconsciously wiped the pre-cum off on her robe, near her crotch. "Mom, maybe we should both go back to bed and see how it is in the morning. It might be all better." "No, David, we need to determine how bad this is -- how immediately we need to seek help for it. Now angle your pelvis down to get this thing more horizontal so we can examine it." David did as he was told, but his cock twitched again, pushing out another cup of pre-cum. Lydia tried to examine her son's member, but, God!, the SMELL of that liquid! "David (deep breath) you say that this (deep breath) was just here (deep breath) when you awoke? Mmmm ... something is making me feel funny ... (deep breath) ... woozy ...." "Yes-- yes, ma'am." She moved nearer to the tip, toward that liquid, that pre-cum. "David, I need (deep breath) to ask -- did you touch yourself last night (deep breath) before going (deep breath) to bed?" She shook her head, feeling almost intoxicated somehow. "Mom, I-- no, no I didn't," he lied. But how could he tell his mother that he had masturbated a few hours ago? "David, I think we should-- aaawwww, fuck it!" She stood from her squatting position and threw one leg over the hard cock, straddling it, then began sliding her pantied pussy up and down the position near the head. "MOM!" David's eyes grew in terror. "Mom! You CAN'T!" Lydia had a death grip on his pecker just below the head and was sliding her pelvis back and forth on the top surface of his erect cock. It wasn't the sensitive underside, but then the whole organ seemed to be super-sensitive since growing like this. "Wheee-hah!" she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Ride'em cowgirl! The pussy on a pony!" "Mommmmmrrrrrrgh!" David clenched as a gallon-sized squirt fired across the room into his closet doors, which sounded like they'd been kicked by a mule. Lydia's eyes flew open in time to see the second gallon-sized squirt fire and hit the closet slightly above the first splat. She immediately stuck her hands down in front of the cannon she was riding, aimed to intercept the next artillery round. The third squirt was about three-quart-sized, and Lydia caught much of it in her hands, which she brought to her mouth and began licking frantically. The next three squirts got progressively smaller while Lydia cleaned her palms of jism. She stepped off his deflating member and turned to him. "David!" she said in a loud whisper, her eyes wide and glittering with excitement. "That ejacu-- fuck it, your CUM tastes ... INCREDIBLE, David!" "MOM!" "Shut up and get hard again for me, baby!" she said, walking over to the closet door and wiping up fingerfuls oozing from the impacts, then inserting them in her mouth. "Mom! We can't-- " "David mmmmpth mmmmm don't you sass me! Quit being mmmmmphth such a mmmmmm candy-assed pussy! Get that fuck-tool nnnnnmmmphth mmmmm hard for me! Again!" She was licking the wooden door directly now, and when she finished getting most of it, she slid over and began licking it off the floor. "Ohgod! You taste GOOD!" David looked down in astonishment. Already his member was beginning to stiffen again. "Mom! Try to think straight! We can't be DOING this!" Partially sated, Lydia sat up. She realized that she had been kneeling, her face pressed to the floor to lap up her son's ejaculate. Her own SON'S! "I-- forgive me, David! I can't believe-- I can't believe I just acted like that!" She stood and buried her face in her hands and rushed out of the room. "Mom!" David called, feeling horrible that he had made his mother cry. "Please don't!" He would have followed her, but he was hard again and would just bump it into everything if he tried running through the house with this four foot pole. He laid back on the bed, his erection going vertical, and tried to think about anything that wouldn't excite his crotch. Fifteen minutes later, his attempts to distract himself were disturbed when his mother re-entered the room, looking extremely contrite. "David, I am UTTERLY sorry for my behavior earlier. I do not know WHAT came OVER me, but I just lost control in a big way. It WILL not happen again. I assure you of that. Now we still need to check the ... changes ... that have occurred in you and get an idea as to whether they are dangerous or what." She walked over toward him. "Please sit up to position it horizontally, David, and we'll keep things MUCH better in hand this time." Hesitantly -- keeping things in hand was exactly what David was afraid of -- he sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. "It doesn't really hurt at all. It is EXTREMELY sensitive, though, so be careful." "I will, David." She knelt at the head and lightly felt back up the shaft from there. "Mom! Please! Be careful there!" "I am, David," she said in a clinical voice. "This is wholly unnatural, though, and I need to see if there are any soft or weak spots that we have to be especially careful to protect when we take you to the emergency room." "The emergency room? Are you sure? Can't a doctor help? Maybe make a housecall?" "Maybe," she said, standing. She untied the belt of her robe and removed it to reveal that she was wearing a red corset with black trim, black hose that attached to a garter belt and black high heels. Her nipples and pussy were fully bared for him to see. She gave one evil smile, then sank back to her knees, positioned the cock to aim it at her face, and began stroking the extra-sensitive underside. "For CHRISSAKES! MOM!" Keeping full eye contact and giving a second evil little leer, she whispered, "David ... your juice just smells so ... yummy! ... and tastes so ... gooo-oo-oood! ... oh, David, I just can't THINK straight! SQUIRT me, honey! Squirt me in the face and down my throat!" She leaned forward and licked the slit in the head with her tongue. She shivered, then began sliding her tongue inside the slit from time to time, her hands working their unstoppable magic on the underside. "Mom! Do not do thi-- uuuuuurrgh! UNGH!" He tensed. Blat! The first squirt coated her face and hair. The second squirt found her mouth positioned firmly around the slit in the head, and she swallowed all of it that she could, three quarts or so still running down her chin and onto her bare breasts. The next five squirts or so, she aimed at her chest. She couldn't swallow fast enough and she figured it would be easier to clean it off her chest than the floor. She continued to work his sensitive area with her hands, milking every last bit of jism out and onto her bosom. "Ohgod! David! This is WONDERFUL! BABY!" "Mom! This is CRAZY! We can't DO this!" Lydia stood, momentarily sated with cum. She looked down at her soiled corset. "Well, this is useless," she said and unzipped the back, then let it drop to the floor. Her garter belt, hose and high heels she left on, though. She clasped her hands behind her head, then pressed her elbows back to thrust her little breasts forward. "Well, David? What do you thing of your mother's body? Do I turn you on?" "Mom!" "Baby, I just can't HELP myself! Your juice just makes me ready to ... POP ... with lust!" She reached for his reinflating erection. "And you apparently just can't help YOURSELF! Oh, just let it happen, David. Did you like what I just did? What do you think of your mother's slutty little mouth? Your father always loved the way that I could be a vacuum cleaner -- a HOOVER -- for him." She grinned, delighted that she had shocked him, causing the erection to swell noticeably. "He always said I could suck his toenails out his cock!" David's eyes widened at that little tidbit of revealed information. "Mom! For chrissakes!" She positioned the head of his woody at her crotch, then held one hand to her cheek in mock amazement and puzzlement. "Oh, MY! How will I EVER fit this thing IN?!" She wriggled her pussy around on his cockhead. "Mom, you'll get PREGNANT!" "Sweetie, you just shot your jism so far down my throat that I think I'm pregnant from that ALREADY." She kept rubbing her pelvis around on his head. The doorbell rang. Lydia moved her hands to the underside of the shaft, to stimulate him some more. "Mom, we have to answer the door." "Fuck the door," she said, leering and caressing. "This pecker and its juice are mine, all mine. No other whores allowed." "MOM! Stop this!" He pulled his erection from her and back toward himself like a cadet shouldering a rifle. "Go and answer the door. Now." Lydia put a pout on her face and stood. "But-- " "Go. Answer the door." Lydia stood and started walking naked toward David's bedroom door. "Mom!" She turned around to look at her son and again exhibit her pout. "Put a robe on first, Mom." Lydia picked her robe up off the floor then put it on and belted it. "Let me go get the door for you, sir," she said sarcastically, then shook her head. "If you didn't have that wonderful cock, I WOULDN'T let you order me around like this, young man!" She spun around and waltzed out. ---------- (To Be Continued) The Monkey's Penis Ch. 08 Copyright (c) 2000-2002 by Jafar David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ... See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now. Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home. Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it. Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a yang swing -- the acolyte at the beginning of the tale will tell you that this is the way of the universe. Live well! * * * * * Annoyed at the interruption, Lydia opened the front door. "Yes?" Katie, David's girlfriend, stood there, smiling. "Is he here? Is David here?" she asked excitedly. "Come back in the morning," Lydia said and started to shut the door. Katie pushed the door back open, though. "I asked if David is here, Ms Moreno. I expect an answer." Lydia raised an eyebrow at the young woman's pushiness. "Yes, he is here. But, no, he is not going to talk to some little hussy in the middle of the night. Come back in the morning." "Don't cross me, Ms Moreno. I can make life very uncomfortable for you if you do." "Do ... NOT ... threaten me, young lady." Katie smiled like she had a secret. "Pau-aul," she sing-songed. Paul Spellman stepped out of the shadows. "Sorry, Ms Moreno," he sighed, then pushed the door open. "Paul, stay back!" Lydia said as she stepped back and Paul and Katie entered her house and shut the door. "What's going on?!" David stood at the end of the hallway, alarmed. He'd gotten a bad feeling about his mother answering the door this time, and his erection had finally gone down with that fear. He had pulled on some pajama bottoms, though he had to be careful when he walked to not step on the last foot or so of his penis that now dangled on the floor. "David! Your girlfriend is acting crazy! And Paul is scaring me!" "Katie?" David gasped, then sank to his knees, crawled to her and began kissing her feet. "Ohgod, how I love you, Katie!" Katie stepped out of her shoes so he could kiss her bare feet. "Oh, that's sweet, but your mom is being mean to me." "BEHAVE, Mom!" David snapped at her in between toe-kisses. "David! Stop KISSING her FEET! Don't DO that! Not to that little SLUT!" "Ms Moreno, you're kind of annoying. Let's see if we can't improve you a little." Katie took what looked like a stick out of her pocket, held it forward and shut her eyes. After a few moments of concentration, she smiled and returned the object to her pocket. "What was that thing? What did you do?" "Back when David, Paul and I were in high school, all the boys made gah-gah eyes at you every PTA meeting, Ms Moreno. But did you ever spread for ANY of them? Or even let them cop a feel? No. You were just too high and mighty. Well, I think they'll find you much more amenable now." "What are you talking about?" "You'll see," Katie smiled knowingly. "First, though ... we oughtta get a few things straight here, Ms Moreno. *I* am in charge here now. Not you, but me. Is that understood?" "You ... little ... hussy!" "Oh!" Katie smiled bouncily. "You don't believe me! Well, let's just try a little test for the unconvinced. Ms Moreno, make your son stop kissing and licking my feet like some pathetic worshiper." "She's right, David. STOP that! you're DEMEANING yourself!" David continued revering the young woman's feet, oblivious to his mother. "Oh, come now, Ms Moreno, you can do better than that. Your son is humiliating the family name! He's grovelling like some pathetic turd at his girlfriend's toes! Make ... him ... STOP!" "David! STOP that this instant, young man! DAVID! You WILL listen to your mother! Now STOP that! David!" "Hmmm ... I guess we could call that ... ineffectual? And even that's being too kind, Ms Moreno. What kind of mother can't even get her own son -- oh! that tickles, David! -- to stop making a spectacle of himself? To be truthful, I think we're going to have to say that you're downright impotent, that you are as important to your son as a gnat on a dog's butt is important to the planet earth. Poor, pathetic Ms Moreno. "Now, by way of contrast," she smiled, light dancing in her eyes, "Daaaaavid? Sweetie?" "Mmmmm ... yes ... mmm ... my love ... mmm ...?" he asked in between beautifying the perfect skin between his true love's toes by wiping the gunk out with his tongue. "Get hard for me, sweetie-pie, won't you?" There was a ripping sound as his pajama bottoms tore up the leg, ripped by his stiffening rod. In moments, it looked like a thick broomstick was attached to the young man's crotch -- make that three broomsticks, taped together. Katie brought her hand to her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh, MY, David! Is all THAT for little old ME?!" "Everything about me is yours -- everything I have, everything I am. I will do anything for you, my love!" "But ... what about your mother?" "Fuck mom! I am yours! Totally and eternally!" "Well ...," Katie smiled at his mother. "I guess we know where you and I both stand now, don't we, Ms Moreno?" "But ...." Lydia felt like someone had just unzipped her abdomen, and all of her confidence and self-esteem was spilling out onto the floor. "Oh, don't go away in abject despair, Ms Moreno. I have a consolation prize for you. I'll let you get used by Paul there." Lydia turned to look at the creepy young man that was suddenly leering eagerly at her. "N-no ...." "Oh, come now. You'll hurt poor Paul's feelings. Look how eager he is. Paul, show her how eager you are." Frantically, Paul unbuckled and yanked off his pants and underwear. He had only six inches, but they were the most eager and determined six inches that anyone had seen in a long, long while. "Paul ... STOP that! How COULD you?!" Lydia made a face. "And we get to wrap up several other loose ends, Ms Moreno. Paul's been pining after your lusty little pussy for years. Here's his big chance! And you'll get to test drive the couple improvements I made in you. I'm sure you'll find them quite delightful." "Katie ... stop this. Stop this now!" "Okay, Paul. Time for you to have some fun. But just necking for the moment, Paul." "But, KATIE!" "Oh, okay. You can feel up her boobs. but I want her robe to stay buttoned until I say otherwise. I want to kindle a spark right now, not stoke an inferno. And there are now a couple places that, once you touch them, are really going to turn her into a bitch in heat." "Yes, ma'am." Paul guided Ms Moreno to the couch and sat beside her, his erection still poking out in front. Lydia swallowed, then licked her lips. "I don't ... I don't want to ...." "Oh, RELAX, Lydia. Just sit here with me a few minutes." He put his arm around her shoulders and his other hand on her knee. "Okay, David," Katie giggled. "I think you have that area as clean as it's going to get." Her boyfriend looked up at her from the floor with eyes filled with love. "Then what other part of you may I adore and worship, my sweet?" "Oh ...," Katie played with her hair, "I guess I could let you suck the gunk out of my belly button." "Oh, yes! Let me! Let me suck the gunk off you! It does not deserve to be on a body so beautiful as yours!" "You say the sweetest things, my pathetic little beggar." She sat back in a chair and unbuttoned the bottom half of her shirt, then spread it to expose her navel. "Go to it. Make me shiny and squeaky clean down there, David." Lydia watched in horror as her son did as he was told and plunged his innocent naive tongue into that lint-filled pit on the body of that unclean whore. The grimace on her face reflected the revulsion, but Katie simply returned a sweet little smile of victory. Lydia felt Paul's hand slide up her abdomen to gently squeeze and fondle a breast through her robe. Her son was acting the part of an idiot, of a pathetic, needy loser, and that little hussy had just traipsed her ass in here like she was some elegant, expensive treat that could shake her tail and get anything she asked for! But Lydia's breast was feeling warm and soft and tingly where Paul was petting her, and she slid her hips forward on the couch. Lydia's breathing deepened as her nipple and breast began responding to Paul's ministrations. Well, if her son wanted to make a fool of himself, if he wanted to be the idiotic little puppy that licks the hand that just whacked him, then let him. Let him learn the way of the pathetic fool. She sighed and moved her shoulder to make her boob a little more accessible to Paul's hand. "Feeling anything there?" Katie called to her. Lydia focused her eyes. "Hmm?" "You will." She was the most aggravating young woman. "I'm sorry. I missed the first part of what you sa-- mmmph!" Paul had leaned over and planted his lips on hers, startling her at first, but the hand on her breast kept up its gentle squeezing, calming her. A minute later, when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she was so receptive that she was afraid he would smell the sudden rush of juices collecting between her legs. Paul broke the kiss and sat back. "I have wanted to do that since I was thirteen, Ms Moreno." "Well, then ... come back ... and do it some more, Paul." She ran her tongue around her lips enticingly. "What kind of a kisser is she, Paul?" Katie called, smirking. Lydia reached her hand to Paul's neck and tried to pull him back to her. "Come back to my mouth, Paul. Tongue-dance with me some more." "Paul," Katie called, a tone in her voice, as he started to lean back in to Lydia, and he halted and looked to the younger woman. "I asked you a question." "Well, it's been a lifelong dream, but I'm a little disappointed. "Paul?" Lydia was surprised at her partner. "Don't get me wrong. Kissing her is better than not kissing at all, but her kisses are sloppy -- her lips are lazy. A good kiss involves firm but soft lips." "Paul?" "And she's soggy too. I feel like I'm kissing a saturated sponge. I'm surprised there isn't spittle dribbling off her chin." "P-Paul?" How could he be saying such things about her after they just kissed each other like that?! "Good boy, Paul," Katie nodded and smiled. "G'head now." Paul grinned and turned back to Lydia. "Let's make some more sugar, Ms Moreno." Lydia pressed her hand against Paul's chest to stop him. "How COULD you, Paul?! How could you say such things about me?!" "Aw, c'mon, Lydia. I don't mean those things. I just say them." His hand was still on her breast, and he began gently squeezing her again. "You've hurt my feelings, Paul. You SAY that it is a lifelong dream for you, but then you can't keep your mouth shut about our necking. In fact, you even INSULT me!" "Awwww, baby." He took his hand off her breast, slipped it through the front of her robe to start caressing and squeezing her bare breast. "Whatdya expect? I'm a man." "Being a man has nothing to DO with it, Paul! It has to do with RESPECTING your partner!" "Respect?" Paul tried to look interested while he continued petting her bare boob. "Yeah, it's all about respect and sharing and partnership. This is one of the things you'll need to learn if you ever expect to keep a-- " "Sharing and partnership?" "Yeah ... uhm ... if you ever expect to keep a girlfriend, you need to ... uhm ... learn to respect her ... and ...." The sensations coming from the breast that Paul was petting were splitting her mind between her brain and ... and someplace that was getting really, really wet! "You were talking about respect, Lydia." "Ehr ... yeah ... respect. God, Paul, I'm getting really WET here! Could we ... could we just talk about respect later and just start necking again now? Please?" Paul grinned. "For my little fuck-tart, anything!" "Oh, goodie!" She leaned back to accept Paul's lips to hers and to let him part her robe and expose her breast. Katie chuckled quietly about that scene, then pulled David's face from her belly. "C'mon, sweetie. I have another place I want you to put that tongue." "Anywhere, my love." Katie stood and shed her blouse, skirt and underwear. Stepping one foot up on the seat of the chair, she reached behind herself to spread her cheeks. "Kiss my ass, honey." David studied his girlfriend's sphincter. "Kiss ...?" "Kiss my ass, sweetie-prick. Lick all around it, then stick your tongue up inside it." Hands trembling, David hesitantly pressed his face to Katie's ass. "Oooooh, YEAH! DAVID!" On the sofa, Paul broke his kiss with a dazed Lydia. While she collected herself, he unbelted her robe and slipped it off her. "I respect you," Paul told her as he grabbed her hips and turned her over onto her belly. "But ...." She smiled faintly. "You do?" Paul crawled on top of her, laying on her back. "You BET I do," he said as he pressed his rod into her from behind. "OhGOD, FUCK!" she gasped, clawing at the sofa pillows. Glancing over at the other couple in the room, she saw her son sticking his tongue up that slut's asshole. She wished it were her asshole. "Do you respect me too, Lydia?" "FUCK respect, Paul! Fuck ME! You just FUCK me! PLEASE!" Paul began humping his hips. "OhgodYESSSSS!" Lydia gasped. She began pumping her hips back against his thrusts. "Fuck me! Paul!" "I am ... fucking ... Ms ... Moreno! ... uuuurrrrrNNNGHHH!" Lydia began cumming as she felt him spray his load inside her. A minute later, her screams finally petered out, and she just laid on the couch, exhausted, Paul collapsed on top of her. She watched as Katie pushed her son's face from her ass, then ordered him onto his hands and knees. "Face to the floor, sweetie-kins." David moved his four foot erection to the side and pressed his cheek to the carpet, then Katie ran her hand over his ass and possessively patted a cheek. "I love you, Katie, dearest." "I love you too, babydoll," she said, then plunged her finger up his ass. David gasped and tensed, then thanked her. "Oh, anything for my little honeybunch, David." Lydia felt Paul stir, then climb off her back. "I still respect you, Ms Moreno," he lightly slapped her ass, then grabbed a butt cheek and wiggled it . Katie realized the other couple was finished, then pulled her finger out of David's ass and stood. "But Kaa-aa-a-tie ...." David whined. "Shut up," Katie snapped at him. "Stay here and keep your mouth shut. I wanna hear Paul rate your momma's technique. Or lack thereof," she giggled. David stayed put on the floor like a good boy. "So, Paul," Katie took a couple steps. "Come over here." He immediately did as instructed. "How WAS she?" "She's nowhere near the same league as you, my love." "Well, that goes without saying. But give me some details. How bad was she?" "I'm gonna have to say a lot like a cold fish, my love." Katie looked over to smirk at Lydia. "Oh, REALLY?" "You're warm and enthusiastic, heart of my life. But Ms Moreno just sort of lays there." "Bastard," Lydia said quietly. Her self-esteem was taking a beating tonight. "I guess she's just never cared enough to try to become a competent lover," Katie mused. "I wonder how she tricked David's dad into accidentally planting his seed into her. So ... on a ten-point scale, where would you rate our little Lydia Moreno here?" "On a good night, maybe a one." "Really?" She looked over at Lydia. "A ONE?" "Yes, my love. Tonight she was a little below that, though -- that whole cold fish thing that we just discussed." "Of course, Paul And, Paul ... for the record, where would you rate me?" "You, my love? An ELEVEN!" "An eleven? How sweet. Would you like to touch my breasts?" "Oh! YES, my love!" "You may." Paul started to reach for her boobs, but suddenly doubled over, cursing and squirting his load. "I'm sorry, my love. I am SO sorry!" "Not as much as you're going to be," she giggled. She stepped around the jism-splat on the carpet and squatted next to it. "I'm going to have to ask you to clean this mess up, Paul." "Yes, my love." He turned toward the kleenex. "With your tongue, Paul." "W-what?!" "Oh, come on, Paul. Come lick it up off the carpet for your sweetie-pie." "But-- " "You DO want to make me happy, don't you, Paul? The 'heart of your life'?" "Yes, of course, my love!" "Well, I'd be very happy if you bent down here and cleaned this carpet spot with your tongue. It would just be ... artistic. It gives a twilight-zonish twist when a guy is forced to lick up his own jism." "Yes ...," Paul choked out and sagged to his knees, then slowly and dreadfully leaned down toward his love spot. While Katie's back was turned, Lydia stepped quietly to her son, pushed him back on his butt and took his erection in her hands. David, being a good boy, stayed put and kept his mouth shut like Katie had told him. While Paul self-swallowed, Lydia's hands worked excitement into her son's rod. Gauging his distance from orgasm by how much his face bunched up, Lydia brought him just to the brink. "Whore!" Lydia bellowed finally. Irritated at the older woman's presumptuousness, Katie spun around. Lydia yanked back on the mammoth cock with both hands. Blat! David's first gallon of squirt hit Katie square in the face, a testament to Lydia's aim. Lydia jumped in front of the cannon and caught the second and third splats on her chest. Resolutely steeling her will, Lydia did NOT begin scooping handfuls of the stuff up into her mouth. Katie, however, did. WHOLLY unbelieving the lusty TASTE of the incredible substance, she desperately wiped the slime from her cheeks into her mouth. "Oh my ... GOD! DAVID!" she screamed. When her face was clean, she began sucking the gunk off her hair. Then she looked around for more. Her eyes landed on smiling Lydia's gooey chest, and she crossed the room in an instant. "Let me!" Lydia held her hand forward to block her. "Ah-ah." "Pleeeeaaase, Ms Moreno! Please! I GOTTA!" "First give me that thing you used to 'change' me. You little cunt." "But ...." Lydia dipped her index finger in the milky fluid and brought it to her own mouth. "Mmmmm!" Few could know the willpower she used then to not melt and immediately consume all the rest of the treat. "Here!" Katie handed the penis over to Lydia, then leaned toward Lydia's chest. "Ah-ah! How do I use it?" Katie's face twisted in indecision, so Lydia took the opportunity for another jab. "My little whoring slut." "PLEASE!" Lydia pointed to her own chest. "Just tell me, bitch, and you can lick up ALL this!" "Just hold it and make your wish. Now, PLEASE!" She pushed her way to Lydia's sticky bosom and began sucking and licking jism. Lydia held the penis in her fist. She shut her eyes and wished. "Give David the will to resist this bitch!" "Ohgod, Lydia! THANK you! This is SO good! Mmmmm!" "I'll take that," David relieved his mother of the penis. "But ... I ... oh, fuck it." Her willpower broke then, and she scraped her chest with her hand, licking the cum off her palm. A minute later, she pulled Katie's face to hers to lick the leftover jism from her lips. "Now," David held the penis out and closed his eyes, "To get to the bottom of all this." ---------- The Monkey's Penis Ch. 08 (To Be Continued)